The day was overcast and chilly and the view was spectacular! We drove up Needles Highway in the Black Hills and I remembered the fear I had when 40 years earlier there was talk of brakes overheating and a conviction that my Dad didn't know how dangerous the road was. Now, it's my husband and me in the driver's seat. Kind of fun to not be feeling like I'm at the mercy of someone else. Okay, there were a couple of times when I wasn't driving that I gripped the seat a little tight!
This is the summit and there were quite a few motorcycles around and people milling about taking a break after driving up. I think we all silently wished that the others would leave so we could enjoy this space all to ourselves. We were facing an hour's drive yet back to our cabin, not wanting to drive the way in the dark, and we were hungry, so we did not even try to outlast the other tourists.
Later I found out that one biker was quietly mocking me as I tried to line up the family. Apparently my kids thought it was funny. Hmmm....
And, if you've never been here, this is the "Eye of the Needle" at the top of Needles Highway.