Custer

On the way back from Rapid City (covered in the last two footprints), we changed our plans to include what Mui is now referring to as the “grand farewell tour.” Instead of taking the most direct route to Custer, we drove by way of Mt Rushmore and the Crazy Horse Memorial, where we waved adieu to both.

If Custer State Park has its herds of bison — some 1,300 head strong ... give or take a few — the town has its colorful bison statues. A smaller herd, for sure. Dispersed on the corners along the main drag. Not nearly as dangerous as the park’s bison. And begging to be photographed.

So, while Mui went into the Dakotamart to pick up a couple of bottles of local South Dakota wines, I wandered along the streets to photograph some of my favorite statues. As a bonus, I found a couple of murals ... even if one of them was a “fake” one.

It’s a good thing I photographed the colorful critters in town. We caught nary a glimpse of a tatanka when we later drove through the park to get to the campground.Les mer