Sunday meant a day of heading home, winding past the enormity of Crazy Horse and Mount Rushmore, past the trinket stores and rock shops and wood carvings that vie for attention against the natural beauty of the Black Hills. (No, we're not including any pictures of that. Though, it is tempting.)
With a trip to help some friends move in Huron, we rounded out the trip at over 1200 ticks on the odometer upon our return to Sioux Falls. Despite the seemingly endless drive through relentless prairie, we're anxious to return to the Hills and drink in the scenery. Oh. Yeah, and do some shooting, too.
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