Black Hills, SD Expedition No. 76 – To the Bald Hills & Back (2-2-14)

Super Bowl Sunday today, Loop!

Really!  Who’s playing?

Broncos and the Seahawks.

The Dingoes aren’t playing!?

Umm, no, not this year.

Phooey!  We aren’t going to lay around wasting the whole day watching it then, are we?  I love playing football and scoring touchdowns, but just watching is so dull.  I would watch it if the Dingoes were playing, though.

Well, what would you like to do instead?

Can we do an expedition?  Please, please, please!  Can we?  Can we?

Kind of a cold day for it, but yeah, we can go.

Several concrete barriers blocked the way forward, but left enough room to park the G6 at a little pullout along Sheridan Lake Road (10:36 AM, 29°F).  It was still another mile or so to the turn S onto Boulder Hill Road, but this ought to be about far enough.  Lupe and SPHP walked downhill going NE along Sheridan Lake Road.

Lupe soon left the road to explore a forested draw coming down from the NW.  She was in the upper end of the Dutch Creek valley.  Dutch Creek is only a tiny, mile long seasonal stream that flows into Spring Creek a little farther S.  Lupe found no water in it today.

At first, the Carolina Dog wasn’t following any sort of road or trail going NW up the draw, but she eventually found a trail on the NE side.  Near the end of the valley, the trail angled N and climbed up over the rim of the draw onto a flat area.  Most of this large flat area was forested, too, but Lupe found a spot toward the SE where she could see Boulder Hill (5,331 ft.).  Nearly 3 miles to the S, Boulder Hill looked considerably higher than where she was now.

Up on the flat ground, the trail Lupe had been following went NE.  She stuck with it for only a short distance.  There wasn’t much of a plan for Expedition No. 76.  SPHP was hoping Lupe might find the mysterious Pink & Black Checkered Trail she had come across on Expedition No. 75.  She could then continue her explorations farther W.  However, it seemed likely Lupe needed to go N or W from here, and this trail was turning E.

Lupe left the trail heading N, but soon had to turn W to avoid losing a bunch of elevation.  She found more trails and wound up close to where she’d climbed out of the draw, having made a big circle to the NE through the forest.  A little to the N, there had been a trail going W, so Lupe went back to take it.  This new trail continued W for a little while, then zig-zagged N up a slope to an area which seemed vaguely familiar.

The trail had reached an old logging road on the upper S side of a hill.  Hadn’t Lupe climbed this very same hill to get a view late in the day on Expedition No. 75?  SPHP was almost certain of it.  Lupe followed the logging road W.  She arrived at a junction at a saddle.  Yes, Lupe had been here before!  On Expedition No. 75, the Pink & Black Checkered Trail had led Lupe to this point coming up from the ravine to the N.  She could now go N back down the ravine to the Victoria Creek valley.

Lupe followed a logging road on her way down the ravine.  Pink & Black Checkered markers were tied to some of the trees along the way.  Lupe lost 400 ft. of elevation over the course of a mile before reaching Victoria Creek in a larger valley.  The creek bed was dry and full of stones.  This was as far W as she had gotten on Expedition No. 75.

The logging road turned W as it reached the Victoria Creek valley.  Lupe followed the road W, but saw no more Pink & Black Checkered markers from here on.  She had only gone another 100 yards, though, when a gravel road came into view ahead.  The logging trail went right to it.  This had to be a USFS Road, but no signs or markers were in sight.

Victoria Creek valley split in two here.  Lupe could follow the USFS Road either SW or N depending on which of the two branches she wanted to explore.  SPHP led her N.  The road went around a bend, gradually gaining elevation and curving NW.  Lupe quickly arrived at another intersection with another gravel road coming in from the NE.  A marker showed that road was USFS Road No. 159.

Time for a break.  At the intersection, Lupe had Taste of the Wild.  SPHP ate an apple while checking the old USFS map.  The map showed that No. 159 is Victoria Lake Road.  The road Lupe had followed to this point was No. 162.

Looking SE back down USFS Road No. 162, which Lupe had followed to this point at the intersection with Victoria Lake Road.
Lupe waits to hear SPHP’s verdict on where she is now? She was at the intersection of Victoria Lake Road and USFS Road No. 162.

After the break, Lupe and SPHP headed NW on Victoria Lake Road.  The USFS map showed that the Brush Creek trailhead of Centennial Trail No. 89 was only another 3 miles in this direction.

Following the wide gravel road was a bit dull, so when a jeep trail appeared paralleling it closer to Victoria Creek, Lupe took the jeep trail instead.  She soon made a discovery!  Lupe found a piece of a deer leg, with the hoof still attached.  By all appearances, the poor deer had met its unfortunate end quite a while ago, but Lupe considered the deer leg a most valuable find.  She trotted along carrying the deer leg proudly for quite a distance before finally tiring of it.

The trek along the jeep trail was easy and scenic.  Beyond Victoria Lake Road on the L (SW) was a high forested hill.  To the R (NE) a long wall of rock kept Victoria Creek confined in the little valley Lupe was exploring.  The valley was nearly flat and only partially forested.  Lupe was gaining elevation slowly.  Occasionally the jeep trail crossed Victoria Creek, which had flowing water some places, but not others.  Lupe had no problems crossing the creek.

Once in a while, the terrain temporarily forced Lupe off the jeep trail and up onto Victoria Lake Road.  During one of these stints, a side road appeared leading up another valley to the SW.  The side road had several inches of snow on it.  A marker said this was USFS Road No. 159.2E.  A couple of boulders barred this route to vehicles.

No. 159.2E looked intriguing.  Lupe passed between the boulders, leapt over Victoria Creek, and started following the snowy road.  She had to leap over Victoria Creek a couple more times before it disappeared underground, or at least beneath the snow.  The snow was deeper than SPHP had thought.  Soon No. 159.2E all but vanished beneath the snow, too.  Only a single track trail remained.

Lupe was romping in a snowy field on her way to an inviting sunlit part of the valley when SPHP was surprised to see a Centennial Trail marker over by the edge of the forest to the S.  Lupe had reached the trail sooner than expected!  Which way to the Brush Creek trailhead?  SPHP was almost certain it was still to the N, but had Lupe follow the Centennial Trail along the edge of the forest S for a little way to be certain.  No, it wasn’t over here.  A quick check of the USFS map confirmed that it had to be farther N.

The American Dingo never did make it to that sunlit part of the valley.  Instead, she followed Centennial Trail No. 89 going N.  She crossed Victoria Lake Road again on the way, and arrived at the Brush Creek trailhead down in a deep valley.  She continued past the trailhead following a snow-packed road.

The road wound NE below increasingly impressive high rock walls while losing elevation steadily.  The deep valley became a shady, chilly canyon.  Although Lupe had explored virtually the entire Centennial Trail way back in 2012 when she was still practically a puppy, SPHP couldn’t remember exactly where the trail left this canyon.  After going some distance, the road started turning E.

SPHP began to suspect the USFS map was wrong.  It showed the Brush Creek trailhead along Victoria Lake Road.  It finally dawned on SPHP that the trailhead is actually along a minor side road.  A more careful examination of the map confirmed this was a possibility.  Ack!  Lupe was going the wrong way!

Lupe and SPHP turned around.  Lupe went all the way back past the Brush Creek trailhead again.  The road gained elevation steadily the whole time.  Lupe finally reached a junction with Victoria Lake Road.  Whew!  Back on track.

By now, SPHP had decided it might be fun for Lupe to circle around to the W, and then S and E through the Bald Hills.  The Bald Hills are a few square miles of rolling grasslands located NW of Twin Sisters (5,244 ft.) and E of Hwy 385.   Lupe went W on Victoria Lake Road looking for USFS Road No. 161, which would take her to the N edge of the Bald Hills.

Lupe hadn’t gone far on Victoria Lake Road at all, when a side road appeared going WSW up a lovely open valley where tiny Brush Creek originates.  It was tempting to follow this side road, but SPHP could see a marker for another side road not too much farther ahead.  This second road proved to be USFS Road No. 161, the one Lupe had been looking for.

No. 161 climbed up onto a small ridgeline where it went up and down over a series of small hills continuing W through the forest.  After more than 0.5 mile, the road emerged from the forest.  Lupe had reached the N edge of the Bald Hills.

When USFS Road No. 161 finally emerged from the forest, Lupe found herself along the N edge of the Bald Hills. Photo looks SE.
The Bald Hills are 2 or 3 square miles of rolling grasslands within the Black Hills National Forest. They are E of Hwy 385 several miles S of Pactola Lake. The highest of the Twin Sisters (5,244 ft.) is seen in the distance on the R. Photo looks SE.

The open views across the prairie were fun to see after spending much of the day in the forest.  Lupe continued along No. 161 as it curved around the NW corner of the Bald Hills.  Eventually she reached an intersection with USFS Road No. 160.1, which went E.

The slanting rays of sunlight said Lupe was as far W as she should go today.  She was a long way from the G6.  SPHP was beginning to realize Lupe wouldn’t get back before dark.

USFS Road No. 160.1 heads E from its intersection with No. 161. Lupe took this road on her way back to the G6, but only stayed on it partway through the Bald Hills. Photo looks ESE.

Lupe went E on No. 160.1 for a little way, but began to lose significant elevation going down a draw.  The map showed the road would eventually turn S.  The Carolina Dog would have to regain all this lost elevation as the road climbed back up to the pass between Twin Sisters.

Hoping to avoid at least some elevation loss, Lupe left the road taking a shortcut going SE directly toward Twin Sisters.  This SE route proved to be so up and down it was doubtful whether any real net benefit was gained.  Lupe did save some distance, however.

As Lupe neared Twin Sisters, a rowdy flock of crows captured her attention.  They flew off as Lupe ran over to bark at them.  By the time she came running back, SPHP had reached No. 160.1 at the top of the pass.  From here, the road went SSE between Twin Sisters losing elevation steadily again.

USFS Road No. 160.1 heads SE between the Twin Sisters losing elevation all the way. Silver Mountain is in view in the distance. Photo looks SE from the high point at the pass.
Another look at Silver Mountain (5,405 ft.) (in the distance on the L) with a little help from the telephoto lens. Photo looks SE.

The trek down No. 160.1 between Twin Sisters looked inviting, but with the sun getting lower by the minute, SPHP thought maybe it was best to check the map.  It showed No. 160.1 would go 1.5 miles before reaching No. 162.  Lupe would then have to follow No. 162 another 2.5 miles NE just to get back to the Pink & Black Checkered Trail.

On the other paw, cutting almost straight E to Boone Draw would save Lupe nearly 1.5 miles compared to taking No. 160.1 any farther.  Given the time of day, this was clearly Lupe’s best option.

Lupe and SPHP went E, skirting around the N slope of the NE Twin Sister.  Soon Lupe was E of the mountain, traveling down the long hillside.  Near the bottom, she came to Centennial Trail No. 89 again.  She crossed it continuing E looking for Boone Draw.  On a sunlit ridge, Lupe paused for a last look back at the Bald Hills.

Looking back at the highest of the Twin Sisters. Lupe had just come around the slope on the R. Photo looks W.
The Bald Hills from E of Twin Sisters. Photo looks NNW.
Lupe on the sunlit ridge E of Twin Sisters. Photo looks NNW across the Bald Hills.
A stoic Carolina Dog poses for the camera. Moments later SPHP realized Lupe was injured.

After taking a few photos, SPHP saw red on Lupe’s fur.  Blood!  Lupe had blood on her right rear leg near the knee.  Closer examination revealed a nasty little gash.  A small flap of skin and fur was hanging loose from the flesh.   The wound beneath looked painful, but not too deep.  Where had this happened?  Lupe didn’t say.

SPHP rinsed off the blood with water, but had no way to treat or even wrap the wound.  Lupe was what, maybe 5 miles still from the G6?  She was going to have to put up with the pain.  No other choice.  Now it was even more important to put an end to Expedition No. 76.  Lupe and SPHP hurried on.

Lupe went E over mostly barren ridges and hills.  Fortunately, her leg injury didn’t seem to bother her much.  American Dingoes are tough!  Once in a while she stopped to lick the wound briefly.  The rest of the time she ran around exploring as if nothing was wrong.  She chased a few deer, and came racing back happy as she could be.

Despite her wounded leg, Lupe ran around as if nothing had happened. She stopped briefly now and then to lick the wound, but only for a moment or two.

A small valley appeared ahead near a forested hill.  As Lupe got closer, SPHP could see a dirt road on the far side near the trees.  Lupe followed the road ESE down the valley.  The farther she went, the bigger the valley became, and the more confidence SPHP had that Lupe had found her way into Boone Draw.

After going a mile or so down the valley, Lupe came to a stream.  The stream was tiny, but had created a gigantic ice flow.  A sheet of ice covered the entire road for 100 feet.  Not far beyond the ice flow, Lupe reached a good gravel road – No. 162!  A marker showed that Lupe had been following No. 162.1A, confirming she had just come down Boone Draw.

Lupe’s shortcut had worked!  Even so, the last rays of sunlight had faded from the highest hills.  The temperature was dropping.  Lupe still had a mile to go to reach the Pink & Black Checkered Trail.  No time to waste.  Onward!

Perhaps anxiety caused the time to pass slowly, but it seemed to take far longer than it should have to reach the Pink & Black Checkered Trail.  Lupe followed the logging road up the steep ravine heading S out of the Victoria Creek valley.  Stars were shining by the time Lupe reached the intersection at the saddle at the top.  Gloom of night was closing in.

From the intersection, Lupe took the logging road going E.  She came to where the trail left it.  SPHP was relieved Lupe had made it this far, thinking she wouldn’t have any problem finding her way back to the G6 from here.  Lupe reached the switchbacks.  Down, down into darkness she went by the faint light of a little flashlight.

The forest was black as midnight.  Lupe was losing elevation fast.  She was heading SE, which was the right direction, but everything looked different in the dark.  Lupe had lost a lot of elevation.  The trail turned NE and began to climb.  Was this right?  SPHP went only a little way up before Lupe acted concerned.  She wanted to go back down.

The Carolina Dog was probably right.  SPHP returned to the lowest point on the trail.  Lupe abandoned the trail going SE down a ravine.  The ravine gradually broadened out.  Lupe and SPHP picked a way down through cold, snowy woods.  Other than a barbed wire fence, Lupe came to no obstacles.  Suddenly Lupe was standing on Sheridan Lake Road!

Which way to the G6?  Lupe turned W, going uphill.  Five minutes later, the G6 appeared (6:33 PM, 14°F).  Awesome!  Expedition No. 76 was over.

The Broncos and Seahawks were still playing when Lupe arrived at Grandma’s house.  Middle of the 3rd quarter …

Yeowch!  You sure made the right call on the Super Bowl, Looper!

Yes?  What’s happening?

Game of the century, if you’re a Seahawks fan!  Depths of despair for Bronco fans, and a total snooze fest for everyone else.  Seahawks are up 29-zip!

Ah-ha!  Perhaps you can tear yourself away from it then to look at my leg?

Absolutely!

The wound looked icky.  The flap of loose fur and skin was gone, torn completely away somewhere along the trail, leaving only red, bloody, exposed muscle.  Fortunately, the wound wasn’t deep.  SPHP cleaned the wound, then sprayed Vetericyn on it.  The Vetericyn must have stung.  Lupe started licking it off immediately.

The next morning, SPHP intended to take Lupe to the vet.  By light of day, though, her wound looked so much better, she didn’t have to go.

Good news, Loopster!  Looks like you’re gonna live!

Thought so.  All the same, I hope the Dingoes make the Super Bowl next year.  If they do, maybe I will just stay home and watch the game!

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Black Hills, SD Expedition No. 232 – Flag Mountain & the Dragon Caves with Cousin Dusty & Uncle Joe (5-26-18)

Bright and early Lupe was all corked up.  The lucky American Dingo’s enthusiasm soared higher yet when she realized another outing with Cousin Dusty and Uncle Joe was in the works.  Flag Mountain (6,937 ft.) along the E edge of the western Black Hills limestone plateau country was today’s destination.

By 9:00 AM, Joe was parking the G6 at the start of a spur road off USFS Road No. 189.  The spur road gains nearly 400 feet of elevation in a little less than a mile before ending near the summit of Flag Mountain.  Lupe and Dusty could get a good romp in on the way to the top while Joe and SPHP chatted.

Nipple Butte (6,800 ft.) from the spur road leading up Flag Mountain. Photo looks S.

The trek up the spur road went by quickly.  Before long the end was in sight.  Leading the way, Dusty and Joe followed an old rock stairway to the top of Flag Mountain.

Approaching the end of the spur road. Photo looks NE.
A short flight of stairs at the end of the road winds up to the summit.
Dusty and Joe on top of Flag Mountain. Photo looks W.
This was Lupe’s 6th ascent, but Dusty & Joe had never been to Flag Mountain before.

Flag Mountain (6,937 ft.) used to sport a fire lookout tower at the E end of the summit ridge.  Part of the old rock foundation wall still exists.  Lupe got up on the wall for a look around.  Off to the W, the limestone plateau country was about as high as Flag Mountain, but the views to the N, E and S were fabulous.

Loop up on the old lookout tower foundation. The ridge on the L is Peak 6962. The more distant ridge beyond Lupe is White Tail Peak (6,962 ft.). Terry Peak (7,064 ft.) is even farther away at far R. Photo looks N.
Looking S now. Castle Rock (6,783 ft.), South Castle Rock (6,840 ft.) and Nipple Butte (6,800 ft.) appear clustered together on the L.

No one else was around when Dusty, Joe, Lupe and SPHP first arrived, but that didn’t last long at all.  This was the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend.  Within a few minutes the roar of engines could be heard.  ATV’s appeared.  People started coming and going.  Dusty, Joe, Lupe and SPHP moved to the W end of the summit ridge to let others enjoy the views from the lookout point at the E end.

While a steady stream of people came and went, Joe began setting up his portable Ham radio.  A small pine tree provided good support for a 16.5 foot long antenna.

The Flag survey benchmark is located on the limestone summit ridge W of the old fire lookout tower foundation.
Numerous ATV’s came and went. Several are seen below at the end of the spur road. Parts of Deerfield Reservoir are in sight beyond Reynolds Prairie. Photo looks SSE.

The original plan had been for Joe to “activate” Flag Mountain using the Summits on the Air (SOTA) website.  On prior trips to the Black Hills, Joe had activated Custer Peak, Boulder Hill and Silver Mountain.  Joe had gotten a huge, essentially overwhelming response each time.  Summits on the Air had been a blast!

Unfortunately, when Joe tried to schedule an activation alert for Flag Mountain on the SOTA website yesterday evening, there no longer seemed to be a way to do it.  Something had changed.  Despite best efforts, neither Joe nor SPHP could figure out the problem.  The system now seemed to require a second password and wouldn’t take anything Joe submitted.  Phooey!

Summits on the Air or not, Joe was planning on transmitting Morse Code from Flag Mountain.  Of course, without an activation alert scheduled, whether anyone would pick it up was uncertain.  Another potential problem was that the 11 year sunspot cycle is at its low point during 2018.  Conditions for transmitting radio waves tend to be poor.

Joe getting ready to transmit from Flag Mountain with American Dingo Lupe standing by ready for action! Photo looks NE.
A small pine tree provided support for a 16.5 foot antenna. The setup also included 4 lateral wires running out from the center.

Dusty relaxed in the shade of the pine tree supporting the antenna.  Lupe, however, stayed on alert near Joe.  She knew how this worked.  Her job was to bark a warning if anyone showed up and started getting too close to the thin lateral wires strung out from the antenna.

Lupe on the alert for intruders. Her job was to bark if anyone else showed up and got too close to any of the wires.
Dusty relaxing happily in the shade.

So he could hear better and wouldn’t get too many questions about what was going on, Joe waited until a quiet period when all the people and ATV’s had left before beginning to transmit.

Right away Joe had good news!  Some sort of amateur radio contest was going on.  Hundreds of people were on the airwaves!  And despite the unfavorable sunspot cycle, the atmospheric conditions were excellent.  Joe stayed busy making contacts from around the nation.  He could even hear stronger stations in Europe and South America.

Joe & Lupe broadcasting live from Flag Mountain!
Joe’s portable radio.
Despite not being able to set up a Summits on the Air alert this time, Joe stayed plenty busy making successful contacts with other Ham radio operators. Photo looks N toward White Tail Peak.

After a good half hour of Ham radio fun, Joe was satisfied.  Time to pack it all up, and think about heading back down the mountain.

Joe and lateral wire defender, Lupe, after the Ham radio fun was over. Defending the wires had been a cinch. No one had come along to threaten them. Photo looks ENE.
Lupe, Joe & Dusty ready to depart. Photo looks E.
Heading back down. Photo looks SW.

On the way back to the G6, there was some discussion about possibly climbing nearby Nipple Butte (6,800), too.  However, the day was warm beneath a cloudless sky.  Cooler activities sounded like more fun.  Joe drove while SPHP gave directions on how to get to the Dragon Caves.

About 3 miles SW of Deerfield Reservoir on USFS Road No. 291 is a turn to the W onto a bridge over Ditch Creek.  This is the start of USFS Road No. 385.  Immediately past the bridge a dusty side road goes straight on up a little hill.  The Dragon Caves are right around a bend to the R (N).

Apparently the Dragon Caves are no great secret.  Hordes of ATV’s were coming down the hill when Dusty, Joe, Lupe and SPHP arrived.  While the dust they stirred up settled, Dusty and Lupe gladly took advantage of this opportunity to cool off in Ditch Creek.

Lupe in Ditch Creek. Cooling off in the creek was way better than a hot climb up another mountain.
Dusty takes a turn in Ditch Creek, too.

When the last of the ATV’s left, everyone headed up to the Dragon Caves.  SPHP wasn’t sure what Joe was expecting of “Dragon Caves”, but he may have been surprised to see 3 huge horizontal shafts disappearing into the mountainside.  The openings really were large enough for dragons!

Dusty, Joe and Lupe arrive at the Dragon Caves.

No one else was around when Dusty, Joe, Lupe and SPHP walked into the middle cave.  The air was much cooler than out in the sunshine only a few feet away.  A vast dimly lit corridor led into the mountain.

Perhaps 100 feet in, the corridor met up with similar corridors coming from the other two cave openings.  Several more passages went off in other directions.  Despite the size of the openings, it was rather dark this far from the entrance.  SPHP brought out a small flashlight.  It helped, but the batteries were low.  The huge caverns remained dimly lit.

Joe at the end of the middle cave looking toward other passages.
Dusty and Joe head farther in.

Joe doesn’t really believe much in dragons.  As a geologist, he puzzled over why anyone would go to such expense as to mine out huge passages like this in sedimentary rock?  Lupe, however, wasn’t so sanguine.

SPHP, don’t you think we better get out of here before the dragons return? Those ATV’ers probably stole all the dragon’s treasures while they are away. The dragons are going to be mighty unhappy when they get back and find us here instead of their piles of loot!

None of the passages seemed to go much farther into the mountain.  A few looked like they had caved in.  The only clue to Joe’s question about why anyone would mine out a place like this was an odd discontinuity in the rock.  A smooth, vertical wall of rock of a different color completely blocked one passage.

Lupe immediately suspected a magical door, but didn’t say so to avoid unnerving everyone else.  What if the dragons were still actually at home just beyond it?  Joe wondered out loud about that apparent fault line, too, but the notion of a magical door isn’t the sort of conclusion an experienced geologist is apt to leap to at first blush.

Joe takes a picture while Dusty sniffs for clues.

Fortunately, the magical door never did open.  Although the outside world seemed very bright and hotter than ever, the American Dingo was relieved when the exploratory tour of the mysterious Dragon Caves was finally over.  Joe wanted to go up on top of the hill over the Dragon Caves to see if any clues about the local geology could be discovered.  Everyone made a brief foray up into the forest above the caves.

Disappointingly, nothing of geological note was really to be seen above, although stands of lovely wild irises were blooming on the way there.

Wild iris.

Back down below, Joe noticed a pile of big brown rocks some distance from the front of the Dragon Caves.  These large rocks showed signs of mineralization, but nothing significant enough to justify the amount of excavation evident here.  The Dragon Caves remained a mystery.

As far as the Carolina Dog was concerned, that was fine with her.  At least the dragons hadn’t returned to explain it all in fiery detail.

After visiting the Dragon Caves, enough time remained in the day for a couple more quick sightseeing excursions.  Ditch Creek campground was only a mile S of the Dragon Caves.  Maybe Dusty and Joe would like to see it?  The whole place was packed with people when Dusty, Joe, Lupe & SPHP arrived, but Loop and Dusty managed to sneak in another quick plunge into clear, cold Ditch Creek.

Looper and Dusty at Ditch Creek again, this time near the Ditch Creek campground a mile S of the Dragon Caves.

Staying cool had become a theme on this warm day.  The final stop was at Deerfield Reservoir.  Dusty and Joe had seen Deerfield Lake for the first time only yesterday during Expedition No. 231 to Hat Mountain (6,779 ft.).  The lake had been a hit then, and Cousin Dusty was looking forward to another refreshing swim while fetching sticks.

W end of Deerfield Reservoir. Photo looks W.
Oh, yeah! What a great way to end the day!
Dusty and her prized stick du jour.

The afternoon wore on.  The time came to return to Grandma’s house for dinner, and an evening of fun and relaxation.  Tomorrow, Cousin Dusty and Uncle Joe were going with Aunt Andrea down to David & Mush’s 40 acre ranch in the southern Black Hills.  Lupe wouldn’t see them again before they all left for home in Arvada, Colorado.

Lupe’s adventures with Cousin Dusty and Uncle Joe were over for now.  Dull days laying around resting up at home were ahead, but not too many of them.  June was almost here!  The Carolina Dog didn’t know it yet, but soon she would be setting off on her first big Summer of 2018 Dingo Vacation to the Bighorn Mountains of Wyoming and beyond!

Cousin Dusty & Uncle Joe in the Dragon Caves, Black Hills, SD 5-26-18

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