Last month we went to the Black Hills of South Dakota. Though we had planned this trip three weeks in advance, almost none of my family or friends knew we were going. I have no idea how that happened considering I love to tell stories with lots of detail. In fact, when I think back to the weeks before the trip I have no recollection of what was going on at the time. It's like I walked through a time warp when school started. One minute I was celebrating the end of summer in Las Vegas with my dear friend Amber, and the next minute I was three weeks into school and truckin' across South Dakota with a motorcycle in tow. It's like the movie Men In Black where Will Smith pulls out that little flash stick thingy and erases your memory!
But I digress. My point is that I'm annoyed that I can't remember what happened in the weeks before the trip AND I'm bothered that I never thought to tell others about it prior to leaving. Hence, the blog. This silly mistake won't happen again! You and I will both be in the know from now on.
The trip was fantastic and I'm just about done editing the photos. I'll share them in my next post. The scenery was breathtaking and we realized very quickly how much we missed hills, mountains, and trees. I wish we would have spent more time there. Three days was not long enough, especially when the weather was so warm and the wind was whipping through my hair as we rode the motorcycle. The motorcycle. Makes you feel free as a bird. It's addicting. I think I now have an idea of how dogs feel when they stick their head out the window.
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