Woke to the sound of motorhomes rolling out of the park (yes we are in South Dakota finally). Suppose that's what one would expect on a Sunday and the weekend campers have to get back to the grind. We had another idea of mountain-biking today; a different grind. Started out at 10am and cruised along a nice bike path (very civilized) toward the Custer State Park Center. We encountered a herd of Buffalo, Bison or Titonka (depending on your level of reading)...I also remembered buffalo, so...
We thought we'd just find a nice little path through them, but the Park Ranger held us back. Apparently, Buffalo to not like bicyclist, and are prone to charge them. Sounds' like antifa in Portland. They charge for no reason too. We were then thrown into the back of the park ranger pickup and deemed a "Bike Rescue"...there must me some extra federal funding involved if the term "rescue" is mentioned in the report.
Afterwards, Sandra and I headed up the highway on our bikes uphill for 4 miles; looking for a trailhead that would take us up even further. We found the trailhead and ventured up through what one could describe as a single-track-bushwhack-trail. We ended up turning around and calling it a day. My lungs were on fire at this point, and I was all eager to setup the camp table and chairs to see if it could support a beer or two--it did.
So tail-end of the night we will actually be cooking. The last two nights have been almonds and cheese on the road, with no man sustenance. Tonight hotdogs on are on the menu, and brother, the menu is meat!!