OK, all I could think was, "Heart be Still," as he said in a low drawl in my ear as he passed, "How are ya, Sweetie?" I had sort of befriended three woman from Atlanta and we took it and ran with it. There is something that still electrifies with the thought of bad boys who are gentlemen. My whole life I've heard that song singing in my ears. With the prompting of my new friends, and amidst subtle (or not so subtle) hot flash blushing I snapped these photos (once a safe distance across the street and seated on the tour bus)
(Wait. how did that photo get on my camera?)
I said a prayer at Calamity Jane's grave. Somehow as soon as I awoke and thought of my day in Deadwood, I had the unexplainable need/desire to pray at her grave. This calling to understand another woman's calamities in life. We all go through it now and again...we need to hold one another in that sacred space of womanhood. Understanding. Compassion. Unconditional friendship. Her story is a sad one, but with the message of how upbeat and personable she remained throughout. I liked it.
The view from Boot Hill was gorgeous. I particularly liked the houses that were snuggled in the "hollar?" above town, between the mountains: At least I chose to call it a hollar because I like the sound of it. I had a conversation with some bikers and learned all about Sturgis, South Dakota. I never knew there was this mecca for bikers. After Deadwood, I decided to hit the road east rather than languish in my hotel room. I had grandchildren calling me through the ethers! I made a brief stop at Wall Drug and bought Ike a faux raccoon cap and leather bound, belt-hanging flask for water. The scenery across southern South Dakota was rich and warm as the sun set from the sky. The spacious skies, the amber waves of grain. The Obama "08 sticker on my back window. The evening felt full of hope and potential. Today I travel across Minnesota. The place where my maternal ancestors settled when they arrived from Poland. Wonderin where this day will take me....