Comfort Inn Hot Springs

... locals came in they were attended to immediately. I'm wondering if Fred's Colorado sweatshirt may have had something to do with it... The food was decent, but seemed to take forever to be served and then it was hard to get the<br>waitresses attention again &#8211; she was too busy with the locals....Also the Cherry Pie I ordered came out looking like someone had dropped it on the floor and then scooped it up again, it was all broken up and slapped on the plate, no cream ...

... parks wildlife loop road. We also wanted to check out what was going on with the buffalo that had been rounded up last week. I'll let the photos tell the story of what's happening with the buffalo.<br><br>If you should ever find yourself in this part of the country we would recommend both Custer State park and the Norbeck Byway ...

... We saw a few more on their own. Bent over eating at the grass. The buffalos didn't care about us and they didn't react to us or our car. They just kept doing what they were doing, eating. As we continued to drive in the eastern horizon, dark shadows were coming up. It was a whole herd heading south. They walked in the warm sun. We read that in the grasslands had mineral naturally accuring in the plants ...

... opening, we admired the new supermarket which had signs for the aisles both in English and Lakota language.<br><br>Afterwards, we went thru the Pine Ridge Reservation, where we stopped at Wounded Knee. We went to the Museum/ Visitor Center where it told the story of the 1890 massacre of Lakota men, women and children by US soldiers and the 1973 standoff. We walked around the catholic church and cemetery where these events took place. At the visitor ...

... A small stone monument commemorates this act, while an identical monument some 50m away attests to the dedication of one of Fort Robinson's military leaders. A strange token that leaves you a little confused. Sadly, although the Fort is clearly a tourist destination - or at least an educational stop for schoolchildren - at some times of year, everything was closed, despite it being a Saturday. So we could only wander around the compound ...

... the storm as best we could. Then it really broke loose and we retreated into the store itself with a few other bikers seeking shelter. We got to meet some other folks going the way we were also. Brad and Betty Harrison from Trego, WI on their Harley full dresser. We traded stories of the road and watched as the storm finally slowed. As we pulled out we went through a slight storm that dumped hail on us. I got hit almost in the eye. Not fun at all. We went to Mt ...

... until 1991. I wonder if what we saw today was being constructed last time we were there. Then we drove to Jewel Cave National Monument. Just outside the cave, we encountered a landscape with lots of fallen and bare trees. When we got to the cave I asked about it and found out it was from a wildfire back in 2000. I remember the wildfires burning in this area because we were going to go to Yellowstone and instead ...

... und Feu**mann ein** Schwitzhütte and die weisen Alten des Stammes usw. In die Krone des Baumes w**den noch ein Bündel Chokech**ry sowie eine Menschen- und eine Büffelpuppe, die die Einheit des Stammes mit diesen Ti**en symbolisi**t, früh** folgten viele Stämme den Büffelh**den, die sie **näehrten, rund um's Jahr. D** nun völlig bunte Baum wird in ein Loch aufg**ichtet, in dem sich 'heilige Nahrung' aus Büffelfleischsuppe und Tabak befindet. Cottonwood-Bäume halten ...

... und fuer werte von mitgefuehl, verstaendnis, toleranz, hingabe und liebe... Kreise von grossmuettern mit schaetzen von wissen und weisheit im schosse ihrer erkenntnisse erwarten die welt. Einer dieser zirkel hat besondere qualitaet und reichweite, "the council of 13 indigenous grandmothers". Vor etlichen jahren hatte die begruenderin, jyoti, des "centers for sacred studies" hier in californien eine vision von einem kreis indigener grossmuetter, bestrebt, zum ...

... the car Jason, mom and I continued our game of Gin, where surprising enough I came out the winner. After saying our good-byes and heading different directions in Cheyenne, Jason and I stopped off in Denver to see his sister and give her some peacock feather he had collected for some of her art. It was another wonderful whirlwind weekend. Even with the long three-day weekend, it still flew by. Maybe because I feel like I was running during most of it.