Three days in the Black Hills

The groovy little community of Spearfish, South Dakota hosted a mountain bike race that Chad rode in. The annual Dakota Five-0.

Man, that place is sweet! I spent the whole day mingling alongside the friendly people that live there and had time to explore the area which took my breath away.

I was wishing I lived in a town like that.

That evening after the race, we drove to The Black Hills Wild Horse Sanctuary and literally fell into bed inside The Prairie Cabin.

Twice in the night we heard coyote's laughing and whining.

"Did you hear that?" Both of us love any wild sound in the night.

Just before the sun came up, I heard the sound of a whinny.

Then I remembered where I was.

Scrambling out of bed I peeked out every window in the cabin. With every window, my eyes and smile got bigger and wider.

HORSES! EVERYWHERE!

"Chad! Come on! We're surrounded by horses!"

And they are wild.

Even though there are fences between us, they've all been given a second chance to roam and live free.

With a view.