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Cliff Edge Faces & ‘whack a mole dogs’

I had seen images of the faces carved into the cliffs many times in the past via many mediums but there is something quite awe inspiring seeing these as up close & personal as you can from the viewing gallery.

The tenacity & vision employed to create these images was immense given the difficulty carving the likenesses on such a scale given the technology of the time would have been surely tested to its extreme.

However this impressive feat has to be tempered with the fact that it was in part to celebrate key forefathers of relatively modern American history & to increase tourism to the area. It undoubtedly has fulfilled the creators intention of becoming a centre of information & draws thousands of visitors a year however for me there was just the niggling feeling that this only presented one version of the story.

When one travels & pokes about in the murky corners of a countries history particularly when so intricately linked with ones own does it seem to serve up some quite difficult issues to ponder on. Transpires that the sites history has quite a shady side given that it was once part of sacred lands of the Laokata people whose history had been almost obliterated. We had already dipped our curiosity into this subject by conversing with the descendants of Wounded Knee to discover a very different perspective of past events. I had experienced similar notions when in Australia & New Zealand for many of the same reasons & some aspects of this perplex me still.

Having explored the site & resisted ice cream we ventured into the town in search of a campsite & found one which we settled on as it was late in the day. Our neighbours were chatty & we spent a peaceful night despite being near the main street before setting off early the next day to Custer Park.

This had not been on the original schedule but we had gained some time & decided to invest it trying to spot unusual animals. Having located the visitor centre we were given the heads up on the potential location of bison & other wildlife so definitely a good place to start the day.

close up

We set off & were not disappointed as we spied these magnificent beasts & then having turned back on ourselves slightly took a less metalled road to catch a glimpse of the prairie dogs at play.

They reminded me of the ‘whack a mole’ game as they popped in & out of their holes squeaking & challenging one to guess where they would resurface. It was quite difficult capturing them as they seem to pop up & down quickly emitting a high pitched squeak as they did!

just like ‘whack a mole’

A tad disappointed not to visit the narrower sections of the Park for fear of Marthas ample proportions rendering us stuck we headed for a campsite but not before taking a short hike up a hill by what turned out to be a manmade lake.

an incredible man made lake

Our native spirit guide had its work cut out but seemed to adept at finding us a place to park each night at the most unlikely places & sometimes despite the ‘full’ sign.

Turkeys

Beers in the sunshine while wild turkeys wondered by followed by a sumptuous meal in the local restaurant meant a fairly good night sleep before we were up & on the road.

the template

We were headed to the Crazy Horse Memorial museum to sort of provide some balance to the Mount Rushmore visit. This project too is impressive given the scale & intricacy of the sculpture that is being hewn into the rock face.

a work in progress

Leaving all the history & politics aside for a moment you can’ t help but marvel at what can be achieved with vision & determination in either case. The Crazy Horse project is by no means complete & has spanned multiple generations continues to challenge those involved. The centre is interesting containing as it does a degree of information about the various tribes & what has been retained of their culture.

An Indian for my biker friends

Making the Dunes sing to your

Pulling into the Visitors Centre (not appreciating that post Labour day the opening hours change) it was getting late but despite having to wait while the person in front of me was sworn in as some kind of Ranger I managed to ascertain if we were quick pitches might be available.

 After a bit of confusion we worked out that a number of slots were indeed free & nestled Martha into one. Realistically we knew that climbing to the top of the dunes was probably not sensible as during the day it would be too hot & we didn’t know the area well enough for long distance night hiking especially given the mountain lion warnings. 

Taking a short exploratory walk around we headed back for supper & a beer where upon the notion of watching the sunset from one of the lower dunes struck us. Flinging the flute in the back pack we set off across the dry river bed & headed for the smaller mounds of sand.

Attempting a tune on a dune

The sunset was indeed beautiful which was probably more than could be said for my flute playing but we had a laugh given how windy it was & we only had phones to record the noise I was making on. Concluding ‘westernised’ music was not conducive to the surroundings trying to play the examples of native songs in the dark with no idea what they should sound like was more than challenging.

Like many ancient cultures the music originally would not have been written down & I have come to understand ‘playing the scenery’ was an accepted way of composing tunes. That is my excuse & I’m sticking to it! Later sharing this tale with my guitar teacher  we concluded that this was a sound concept could be of use in any musical composition.

Heading back in the dark we picked our way carefully & amazingly found the track back using only our wits & natural moonlight. It truly was a magical place for as we traversed we were treated to calls of wild coyote that clearly were roaming in the mountains beyond the dunes not to mention other wild life that joined us at breakfast time the next day.


Pricey though the fuel here had been filling up lessened the risk of running out & meant we could get a head start in the morning. 

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