Kendall and I had a leisurely trip from Boulder to Deadwood, spending the first night at Fort Robinson State Park in northwest Nebraska where we were treated to this lovely rainbow over the hills south of our campsite. The next day we wound our way through the Black Hills of South Dakota, marveling at the size of the wild buffalo, gawking at the mind boggling carvings of Mount Rushmore, and catching repeated glimpses of the Mickelson Trail where I'll be running my first marathon in five years tomorrow.
Deadwood is a funny little town: lots of buildings from the 1800s, lots of pride in the history of the town (gold, gambling, brothels, and the final resting place for Wild Bill Hickok), and this weekend, lots of runners mingling amongst it all. And everyone enjoying themselves and eachother!
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