I drove into South Dakota, around noon on Saturday, July 20. Stopping in the town of Belle Fourche (“bel foosh”), I found the Information Center closed, and moved on, past Spearfish, to South Dakota’s rendition of a town too tough to die: Deadwood. There was certainly lots of life there, that sunny afternoon. A shootout re-enactment was going on, uptown, and children were being given the chance to be “sheriff’s posse”.
As always happens in Deadwood, the situation was resolved with a meeting of the minds. Please note, I heard no cussing that day. Al Swearingen must still be away on other business. Main Street was a bit quiet, beyond that point. No matter; I was concerned with getting to Main Street Espresso, and Wifi. Along the way, I spotted the site where Wild Bill Hickok was shot, in 1876. Sheriff Bullock’s hotel is also still prominent.
The fisherfolk were out in abundance that day, but I kept my camera lens off them, so they could concentrate on the important stuff.
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