I continued east today; tomorrow morning at 10:00 am I have an appointment to have new tires put on at the BMW shop in Sturgis. I'd overnight at Deadwood, a distance of just a few miles from the shop, give or take.
The route east would take me through Buffalo country and although I kept my eyes peeled the whole time I never once caught sight of one. I did see a Red Tailed Hawk though, and that was quite a sight. It looked like it may have been on the hunt the way it was circling the grain fields below.
One hugely important attraction along the way was the Little Bighorn Battlefield where George Custer made his infamous Last Stand. It's located at Crow Agency, MT and is easy to find.
Admission for old geezers is ten bucks - no special rates for holders of the Golden Eagle National Park Pass. Not sure why that is but I paid the fee and slid in.The park is well organized and they give you a nice packet of information to help you with a self-guided walking tour. The day was turning hot so it would more of a shuffling tour for me. I started with the museum in the Visitors Center, lots to see there and a small store for souvenir hunters. Sorry kiddies, no little tommy-hawks or bow & arrow sets, just stuffed bunnies & books & T-shirts.
|There are hundreds of fallen soldiers interned here, many dating back to the mid-1800s|
You can walk up the hill to the Last Stand Memorial and Indian Memorial. People holding handicapped parking permits are allowed to drive up. Dumb asses without them are also allowed to drive up since they're special and it gives the Park Ranger a chance to exercise his drill sergeant yell.
|The Last Stand Ranger Talk is conducted here and was really informative.|
|Seems like a very small piece of real estate to die for. Not everyone did, there were plenty of survivors. Lots and lots of Indians for instance. Also quite a number non-attendee white soldiers.|
|I got saddle sore just looking at those things. The Indians were tough people|
After the Little Bighorn Battlefield tour it was back on the road for me. The Crow Agency is comprised of several million acres and driving through it is a bit depressing. Housing and living conditions look to be on the poverty level for the most part. I'd agree with the Park Ranger giving the talk at the Last Stand, the US Army may have lost the battle but the Indians lost their way of life.
|Shut down forever|
|Antelope! I saw a herd of a dozen or more including little ones.|
Lunch stop was at the Cashway Cafe. Cash meaning just that, forget about your plastic cards, they have an ATM inside for your convenience. I had a Patty Melt and it was to die for.
On down the road I noticed my speedometer & odometer both stopped functioning. It's probably a cable issue as I had the whole unit overhauled. I'm OK as long as the GPS holds out. I pulled off at a road house to see if I could spot the problem but no such luck. Maybe the BMW shop will take a look at if for me tomorrow.
Here's the place I stopped at, very interesting fun place to be when things get popping. You gotta love sawdust floors.
|No idea what the coffin's for. Photos maybe?|
After stopping to look at my speedometer I ran out of gas. Nice time to see how far the reserve would take me so I opted for that. Around 25 miles I'd say, then things really do stop dead. That's why I carry a spare gallon in the trunk. Yup. Old Wiley me.
A half mile or so before reaching the motel I was stuck in one last construction zone that delayed us for almost 30 minutes. Then to make things interesting we drove/rode through a half-mile of watered down muddy streets thus ensuring every vehicle would be nice and grungy.
|Welcome to Deadwood|
The Comfort Inn is packed to the gizzard. I decided to wash as much crud off the bike as I could manage so it would look somewhat presentable at the dealers tomorrow. Then I took a long nap.