by Neva Bodin
As I write this I am mentally going over the list of things we need to take. We are leaving in the morning for the Black Hills of South Dakota, with our four-wheeler and camper. It is a beauteous place, with lots of bad guy history and the four presidents in rock—Mount Rushmore.
I have completed all my free-lance writing for a couple weeks, and hope to read, relax, write, eat out and not worry about all the current stresses I have. We will be gone 5 days.
I have the 2012 guide to Custer State Park, where we will camp in a campground with full hookups, (not our usual style). I had another guide that year that read that the Park Bison were “pubicly owned.” I love typos, except when I make them.
Labor Day will be over and visitors should be at a minimum—our goal during trips. I will think of my fellow bloggers, and hope you are all having as grand a time as I expect to have.
We spent a morning driving to a prairie dog town a couple days ago. They have been pretty much wiped out. We saw one dog run to a burrow in an area of about 80 acres, while multitudes of burrows peppered the land. The spiders had woven doors across the entrances of the few I examined.
We ate our bologna sandwiches and fresh tomatoes and contemplated what had happened. Then I saw all the empty firearm shells lying nearby. I think this colony has seen its doomsday. A little further on down the highway, we saw a couple by the entrance to their home, one of them standing and alarming, in case there were others around.
These creatures are part of a food chain for coyotes, ferrets, owls and hawks. Ranchers do not like their burrows which are holes about the size of a horse’s or cow’s leg. And they become numerous. Since I hope to do a story on these creatures for a children’s magazine, it was a disappointing and sad trip. So I’m hoping I’ll find a prairie dog town in the Black Hills, where it will be protected from human predators.
Have a great week, and look forward to the Black Hills pictures next time.