February in Minnesota is a time to finish up winter modifications on your bike, plan that big summer trip, and/or reminisce about past adventures... because it's freezing fucking cold out. For me, it's time to do the latter. At the end of May 2014, I packed up my Road King and took a solo moto-camping-fishing trip to the Black Hills in South Dakota. I didn't get around to blogging about it... until now.
I assume this is making some sort of artistic statement. I really don't know.
It was very warm when I left so I was riding in a t-shirt. While cruising along, I took a bee to the armpit. It hurt and I had to pull over. It's difficult to see, but here's the stinger I pulled out of my skin. It's the second time I've had that happen. The first time was to my neck.
My destination for day one was Pierre, SD where I had a campsite booked. In case you didn't know, Pierre is the state capital (no, it's not the Corn Palace in Mitchell). I typically take I-90 out to South Dakota but stayed north on US-212 instead. You don't lose much time and it's a far more enjoyable ride through small towns and down 2-lane roads.
I stayed at Farm Island Recreation Area. I sprung for a cabin so I wouldn't have to unpack and repack my tent and it was only $40. It had A/C which turned out to be awesome since it was pretty hot that day and the mosquitoes were hungry.
I did a little fishing at the campsite and made some brats once it got dark. I had to get firewood and food supplies in town.
The next morning, I was treated to a beautiful sunrise and then I packed up and continued west.
The skies started to cloud up and this would be a consistent theme throughout my trip.
And the angels sang... "Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
After having a snack in a prairie dog town...
... I headed through Badlands National Park. I've been many times and can't recommend it enough if you haven't.
It rained off and on.
The story continues tomorrow!