From Sandhills to Black Hills
Woke up refreshed and ready to roll out of Broken Bow. I walked outside to the aroma of feedlots, I guess our hotel was near one. Didn't faze me though, my Dad always said that manure smelled like money, so I walked over to McDonalds and got breakfast.
Hwy 2 that we were traveling on was marked as the Sandhill Journey.
So far we had only seen the sand hills off in the distance to either side of the highway. Hwy 2 also followed the BNSF railroad tracks and we saw plenty of coal trains carrying there loads east and empty trains heading back west to Wyoming.
This flat road continued for another 50 miles or so before we gently started gaining elevation. We were finally in the sand hills. The Middle Loup River traced it's way along the highway and railroad tracks creating beautiful green valleys between the rolling hills.
Hwy 2 did have it's share of tar strips for quite a ways. Every 12 feet a bump. Sometimes it got so rough I had to slow down to the posted speed limit.
At Alliance we turned north toward South Dakota and rolling green farmland as far as the eye could see.
We crossed into South Dakota in the middle of a road project and they had taken down the state sign so no " Entering South Dakota" picture. Made our way through the pretty little town of Hot Springs, SD and on to Custer State Park. I had heard this was a pretty place, but words failed to compare. Custer State Park is absolutely beautiful, the herds of Buffalo and occasional Pronghorn are icing on the cake.
Just about the time we were leaving the park a thunderstorm developed and we got soaked by the time we made it to Custer and a hotel. That's 3 for 3 on getting wet. Check in with us and see if we get wet tomorrow.
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