South Dakota: Crazy Horse Memorial & Jewel Cave National Monument

South Dakota: Crazy Horse Memorial & Jewel Cave National Monument 
 6/15/23 – 2 Miles

Crazy Horse Memorial

According to Google, synonyms for serendipitous are “lucky, fortunate, fortuitous, chance, accidental, random, casual, unexpected, unintentional, and inadvertent.” All these words describe my carefully-planned-and-then-upended trip to South Dakota. (If you're new to this blog, start here to see where the twists and turns of this adventure took me.)

My last full day before returning home to NC went like this:

Thunderstorms dominated the weather forecast, so no hiking for me. I had booked a guided tour of Jewel Cave National Monument for late in the afternoon, but what else could I discover in the meantime? I perused the map while enjoying breakfast at Black Hills Bagels in Rapid City, great coffee and a delicious light fluffy “everything” bagel with cream cheese. I definitely could get used to being a local…

My original plans did not include the Crazy Horse Memorial. To be honest, I didn’t know much about it, thought it was a non-native exploitation (*Mount Rushmore*). But several people I encountered during my travels told me to be sure to visit, so today was the day.

Along the way I passed the CCC Museum of South Dakota (part of the Visitor Center at Hill City, SD). I’m familiar with the Civilian Conservation Corps work during the Great Depression, particularly in creating Great Smoky Mountains National Park and the Blue Ridge Parkway, so I turned around to check out this museum.

A handsome CCC man

What a find! This gem is packed with artifacts from the era (1933-1942) including photographs, clothing, documents, and rosters of enrollees in the program (more than 30,000 men). I chatted with the volunteers on duty, folks who moved to South Dakota after retirement. (Note: many senior citizens volunteer in visitor centers and museums here.)

Below is a brief description of my experience at the Crazy Horse Memorial, not intended to be comprehensive or objective. Please check out the referenced links for more information.

Crazy Horse Memorial is a sculpture carved on Thunderhead Mountain, about 5 miles from Custer, South Dakota, to honor the Lakota leader and warrior. It is privately owned by the Crazy Horse Memorial Foundation which manages the Visitor Complex (located .75 miles away from the mountain). There is much to see and experience at the complex, starting with an introductory film about the project’s origin, its purpose to honor the living heritage of North American Indians, the role of Henry Standing Bear, and Korczak Ziolkowski, the sculptor who supervised the project. The history is complicated and at times contentious.

A scale model and the real Memorial in the background

The Visitor Complex includes several buildings - The Indian Museum of North America, The Native American Educational Cultural Center, and the Indian University of North America – filled with art, crafts, sculptures, writings and artifacts. Daily cultural programs led by Native American performers and storytellers are an integral part of education. If you’re going, be sure to check the schedule and enjoy a performance!

I was enthralled by a Sicangu (Rosebud) Lakota Sioux woman named Starr Chief Eagle performing a ring dance with a total of 22 rings! Check out a video of her here.

In total, I spent 3+ hours exploring the Crazy Horse Memorial, taking my time to walk through all the buildings. My visit was well worth it, educating me on the history, the suffering, the resilience and the beauty of Native American people. 

I didn’t pay extra money to get closer to the monument, but the semi-annual Volksmarch sounds intriguing…next time?

In the United States, a national park encompasses large areas of land that protect resources, including natural and historic features, and is established by an act of Congress. A national monument is an area reserved because it contains objects of historic, prehistoric or scientific interest, and is established by presidential proclamation. Jewel Cave National Monument, 13 miles west of Custer, is the fifth longest cave in the world (!) full of unique and amazing geologic formations, but it was of special interest to me because of the story of two people who helped mapped the cave.

Herb and Jan Conn were avid rock climbers in the Needles area of the Black Hills in the 1940’s and 1950’s, naming many of the peaks they scaled. Climbing was a love they shared, using simple equipment (a rope tied around the waist) and a respect for the natural wonders all around them.

One of Jan’s significant accomplishments was being the first woman to free-climb the Devil’s Tower in nearby Wyoming. Herb climbed with her on that occasion, but after criticism of whether he helped her, Jan decided to set the record straight and climbed again with a female partner, calling it the first “manless” ascent of Devil's Tower. Read the story here in Jan’s own words – it will make you laugh!

The Conns learned about Jewel Cave in 1959 and their rock climbing skills descended below ground. Over the next 22 years, from 1959 until the early 1980’s, Herb and Jan explored the cave, mapping 65 miles of connecting tunnels and “rooms.” (Currently more than 200 miles are mapped.)

Herb passed away at age 91 in 2012. Jan passed away at age 99 just one month before I visited Jewel Cave.

Go ahead, spend a few hours being inspired about Herb and Jan. You won’t regret it! Check out these links to learn more about this fascinating duo, their skills, and their humility towards their accomplishments.

The Story of Jan and Herb Conn – South Dakota Hall Of Fame article

“Ups and Downs of Herb and Jan Conn” – YouTube video

Jan Conn’s Obituary – Hill City Prevailer News

All tours of Jewel Cave are ranger-guided, very popular, and I booked in advance. There were 30 people on the 90-minute tour (a long time to be confined with people sticking close together in the dark.) Wait a minute…we have to descend 300 feet in an elevator to start the tour?

As expected, the cave was cold, upper 40’s, a maze of small rooms and spaces, many stairs up and down, metal walkways around curved walls, purposefully dim lighting, hopelessly unphotogenic. The rock formations are calcite crystals in clusters on the walls and ceilings, a feeling of being in an underwater coral reef. As I walked I tried to picture the Conns exploring, but I couldn’t imagine going down into that utter darkness again and again. They often spent several days at a time deep in Jewel Cave. What type of tools did they have to measure? How did they stay spatially oriented? Did they pack “everything” out?

I was glad to return to the surface and explore the Visitor Center exhibits. At the gift shop, I bought the last copy of Herb and Jan’s book The Jewel Cave Adventure that was autographed by Jan. (The gift shop employee said, “There won’t be any more.")

Brimming with stories of my day, I returned to Bridget’s house around 6:00 p.m. Like me, Dani was staying one more night. Lynn had departed and a woman named Sherry had arrived to start hiking the Centennial Trail the next morning. Bridget made dinner for us (again!) and we enjoyed a fast-paced free-flowing conversation about gear, travels, and the CT: a memorable evening of 4 adventurers coming together in this hiking life that I will never forget.

L/R: Me, Bridget, Dani & Sherry

Another surprise: I told Bridget about my interest in Jan Conn, and she shared that she and Jan were close personal friends since Bridget was a little girl! She told heartwarming stories about their friendship and travels together.

The next morning I flew back home to Charlotte, heart filled to overflowing with the serendipity of my time in South Dakota – and my backpack arrived safe and sound!

“Then one day, when you least expect it,
 the adventure finds you.”
 ~Ewan McGregor

South Dakota: Black Elk Peak

South Dakota: Black Elk Peak – 6/14/23 - 7 Miles

Still footloose in South Dakota on a sunny morning, thinking I’m recovered and ready for a challenge, I tackled the state high point of Black Elk Peak.

What’s in a name?

For 160 years, this formidable summit bore the name Harney Peak, in honor of the Army general who commanded a military expedition in 1855 resulting in the Battle of Ash Hollow in Nebraska – the massacre of Sioux warriors, women and children.

After decades of petitioning (why does it take us so long to right these wrongs?) on August 11, 2016 the name was changed to honor Oglala Lakota holy man Black Elk and to recognize the sacredness of the peak and the Black Hills to Native Americans. Prayer cloths are tied to trees and other vegetation on the summit approach in recognition and remembrance.

As I mentioned, Black Elk Peak is the high point of South Dakota – 7,242 feet – and is surrounded by Black Elk Wilderness within Black Hills National Forest. The roadless summit features a native stone fire tower built by the Civilian Conservation Corps in 1939. I’ve seen a few CCC fire towers, but this one is next level amazing. 

Another great trail blog with photos is here.

There are many miles of trails in Black Elk Wilderness, more than one route to the summit, and I chose the most direct one: Elk Peak Trail #9 starting from Sylvan Lake in Custer State Park. [I hiked through Custer State Park on the Centennial Trail, but I missed most of the highlights that car-enabled visitors see in its 71,00 acres, including the lakes and lodges and the Needles Highway.] 

I’d learned that Black Elk Peak is the most popular hiking destination in the park and before 8:00 a.m. I skidded into the last open parking space in the dusty gravel lot at the trailhead. Folks were starting out in all stages of (un)preparedness with kids, dogs, and high hopes. 

I guess mom and dad will retrieve this on the way back down

The wide gravel roadbed started out easily, offering this teaser view around
 one of the first curves

The gentleness is soon gone as the grade gets steeper and the tread gets rougher – and why am I wheezing? Oh, yeah, the elevation surpasses NC’s high point of Mount Mitchell (6,684 feet) within the first mile.

So let’s stop and look at these pretty flowers

Keep going!

Stairs going up into the rock are a good sign, right?

We have arrived!

Looking down at where I just climbed up

Time for a new plaque?

The structure is quite large and all spaces are open to explore, including the top lookout tower. This website describes it: “The lookout tower, dam, pump house and stairway were constructed upon the highpoint. The reservoir created by the dam supplied water to the living quarters which were located in the lower level of the fire tower. The comforts of electricity, flush toilets, and a central heating system were incorporated into the remote fire lookout tower.” 

The pump house and water retention pond

If you haven’t had enough of looking at the Black Hills, there is a wide expanse of rock
 on the back side of the tower 

Just pick your spot with a view (try to ignore the shirtless youth)

Soaking up this flawless day, reflecting on my good fortune to have
the health, wealth and time to be here

As more and more intrepid hikers reached the summit, the time came for me to hike out. Descending is easier on the lungs but harder on the knees, and hurrying is a good way to have an injury. I took my time going against the flow.

What’s that? Did someone just call my name?  There it is again! I looked down the trail, very suspicious…who in the world knows that I am here today?

This guy right here: Richard is a trail angel who supports hikers on the Centennial Trail. During our hike Nancy and I had tried working out an overnight stay at his cottage with transport back to the trail, but if you’ve read past entries you know that plans changed, so I never got the opportunity to meet Richard. Yet here he was, hiking to Black Elk Peak, and he recognized me from Facebook!

My morning adventures were followed by afternoon fun in the town of Custer, South Dakota, which you’ll have on your radar if/when you visit this part of the world. I roamed around the don’t-miss Custer County Courthouse Museum. The volunteer ladies there were a hoot and we had a nice long chat about the importance of preserving local history.

Who’s hungry? I found the best of the best at Black Hills Burger & Bun Co. The restaurant was packed when I walked in alone, and the host quickly and quietly walked me over to a table for one. I gobbled down an incredible bison burger (don’t think about it) and thanked the good Lord for this incredible day.

BUT…it’s not over yet!

I went back to my Airbnb, feeling a little lonely, when the next surprise happened. Bridget, the shuttle trail angel who put Nancy and me on the Centennial Trail and then later retrieved me, texted: “What are you doing right now?”

Dani (the woman with Bridget the day she picked me up from Whispering Pines, now completed her CT thru-hike) and Lynn (Nancy's hiking buddy completing the CT) – all were gathered at Bridget’s for dinner! Would I like to join? Would I like to sleep over?

Yes, please.

I packed up, turned out the lights, closed the door of the Airbnb, and walked into warm hospitality at Bridget’s house. And all because my backpack got on a plane to Dallas.

“I believe in coincidences, I’ve just never
 seen one.”
 ~ A Wise Friend

South Dakota: Centennial Trail Day 5 - Rapid Creek To Whispering Pines Campground

South Dakota:  Centennial Trail Day 5 – Rapid Creek to Whispering Pines Campground

6/9/23 – 7 Miles

I woke up unburdened, still resolute in my decision to end my Centennial Trail hike today. Nancy and I ate quickly, packed up, and stepped off quite early to beat stormy weather due this afternoon. Gratifying to see long shadows as we shouldered our packs, but don’t be fooled – we know rain is a-comin’!

Lest we think that we’ve put all the hard work behind us, early on the trail warmed us up climbing above Pactola Lake. Still in deep shadows.

Pactola Lake is the largest and deepest reservoir in the Black Hills. Read a little more here.

Boat launch at Pactola Lake

In a small, sweet meadow we took a break to enjoy the view

Cactus?

Nancy moving on

Following the now-familiar pattern of old logging roads and single track, the trail led us through open forest and meadows, showing off flowers and ponderosa pines.

Black henbane

Yellow salsify aka yellow goatsbeard

Nancy convinced me to sniff a ponderosa pine tree to see if it smells like vanilla

We’d heard tell of an unusual object on the trail, no signage or particular landmark to indicate its presence…if you’re looking at your feet you’ll miss it…

Yes, it’s a DISCO BALL! You know what to do now!

A good belly laugh in the middle of the woods

It’s easy to miss the turn-off to Deer Creek Trailhead even if there’s no disco ball distraction 

Here I said goodbye to the CT, silently promising myself that I can someday return
to pick up where I left off

Hello, Whispering Pines Campground!

Yesterday (just before the lightning storm) Nancy called and scored a last-minute cancellation for a cabin, so no pitching tents tonight. Check out their Facebook page for up-to-date info. 

Today we were greeted by Harley, the owner, and collected our resupply boxes, no longer necessary for me but imperative for Nancy. What was of utmost importance to me was a monster Mountain Dew from the icebox that I guzzled down immediately. 

Rushmore Cabin – hallelujah! A long walk to the bathhouse, but hot showers, laundry facilities,
a dry roof over our heads and a porch swing!

At the bathhouse I showered, put on clean clothes and started a load of laundry. A thunderstorm came through as I transferred my clothes to the dryer. I stood under the breezeway roof, safe and dry, listening to the rumble and watching the downpour flood the gravel drive alongside the RVs. How many more affirmations do I need that this is my stopping point?

What storm clouds?

Summer staffer Paula and her furry friend Maisy (because she is amazing) drove us to the Sugar Shack for takeout food. This iconic local joint is a much-anticipated stop for thru-hikers on the CT and a hub for the locals. [In December 2023 Sugar Shack was completely destroyed by fire, devastating to this rural community where neighbors support one another. They are now operating out of the Merritt General Grill. Plans for rebuilding are in the works.]

Nancy and I sat at our little picnic table by our cabin and enjoyed a wide-ranging conversation with our food and adult beverages. It was sad that our time on trail was ended but (no surprise) Nancy made a friend at the showers (Lynne) and they decided to hike on together to complete the trail. I felt very happy that she made this new connection, for companionship, speed, safety and fun. (She’ll finish the trail in 2 days, where I had estimated another 4 days for me.) We made plans to meet on Monday at Bear Butte State Park, the northern terminus of the trail, and we’ll summit together.

Nancy organized her gear to continue her hike while I contacted Roam’N Around for a shuttle pickup tomorrow morning. I also booked a room at Comfort Inn in Rapid City and rearranged my rental car that I had reserved for later in the week.

In the very early morning rain Nancy shouldered her pack and slipped out the cabin door. Bridget from Roam’n Around arrived mid-morning to pick me up - so happy to see her! (Read about our shuttle ride with Bridget to start the trail here.) She was transporting another solo woman (Dani) who was taking a day off for the rain, going back to stay at Bridget’s. The SUV was filled with chatter as we compared experiences on and off-trail.

Bridget and Dani dropped me at the Rapid City airport with all my stuff plus Nancy’s big duffel bag, which I wrangled into a massive Ford Expedition, very nice indeed for little ol’ me. At the Comfort Inn, I holed up with more sodas and candy bars and my resupply box, clean towels, a king size bed, more big fluffy pillows than anyone needs.

The hotel was full (Saturday night) with middle school age soccer teams in town for a tournament. At 2:00 am someone set off a fire alarm and we had to wait outside for the fire department to come and clear it.

BUT after that I was inside and warm and dry.

Instead of my planned 4 days post-hike, ahead of me now is 7 days of fun “roamin’ around” South Dakota before my return flight. What shall I do? Stay tuned.

“Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road

Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go

So make the best of this test and don’t ask why

It’s not a question but a lesson learned in time

It’s something unpredictable, but then again is right

I hope you had the time of your life”

~ Green Day