Black Hills, SD Expedition No. 335 – Hitting the Trails with Cousin Dixie (10-4-24 to 10-6-24)

10-3-24, 3:00 PM, at home – Aunt Andrea’s 50th High School reunion was being held in the next couple of days.  However, she wasn’t as excited to be back in the Black Hills as Cousin Dixie was when she burst through the front door to greet Lupe with frantic, overwhelming enthusiasm.

It was immediately apparent that after being cooped up in their car for 7 hours during the drive up from Colorado, a stroll through the park to burn off some of Dixie’s boundless energy would be a great idea.  SPHP proposed the Geyser Loop as a quick solution, which Aunt Andrea and Uncle Joe quickly agreed upon.

Dixie had a fabulous time at the park!  Right away she dashed off into the thick mud of a small stream, emerging as a black-legged Aussie.  A quick rinse in Rapid Creek, and she was socially acceptable again.

10-4-24, 10:39 AM, 65ºF – The park was only a temporary solution for an over-charged Aussie battery.  Some longer jaunts up in the Black Hills were what Lupe and Dixie were really looking forward to.  Both of the reunited cousins expected one every day, and Andrea, Joe, and SPHP were all happy to oblige.  A parking spot near the Mickelson Trail 1.5 miles W of Rochford seemed a good place to start.

Parked near the junction of the Mickelson Trail and Rochford Road. Photo looks SW.

A historic railroad route had been converted by a Rails to Trails program to form the 109 mile long Mickelson Trail, which runs from Edgemont to Deadwood.  Consequently, the resulting trail is nice and wide with easy grades the entire way, making it very popular with cyclists as it winds through much of the central Black Hills.

Andrea and Dixie lead the way as the adventure begins! Photo looks N.

The first pawbridge N of the parking spot was near the confluence of the N & S forks of Rapid Creek.  After crossing the bridge, the Mickelson Trail followed the North Fork of Rapid Creek upstream.

North Fork of Rapid Creek (L). Photo looks NW.

A steady incline soon led to a couple of long curves, and a herd of black cows.  Lupe and Dixie were keenly interested in this development.

Cattle (Center) near the North Fork of Rapid Creek (R). Photo looks SE.

Despite the cousins’ insistence that black cows mattered, the cattle were soon left behind.  The trail went through a shady gap, which was a good thing, much appreciated on this cloudless, warm day.  Beyond the gap, a bench appeared among the pines.

Entering the shady gap. Photo looks N.
With Aunt Andrea at the bench. Photo looks SW.

The bench was located near the start of a tunnel, literally the coolest part of the entire journey.

Joe and Andrea head for the tunnel. Photo looks NE.

The giant tunnel was several hundred feet long.  Immediately beyond it, another pawbridge went over the North Fork of Rapid Creek, as the Mickelson Trail headed back out into the sunshine.

Approaching the far end of the tunnel. Photo looks NE.
The pawbridge beyond the tunnel. Photo looks N.

More black cows were ahead.  Not fully trusting Dixie or Lupe, the cows seemed concerned whenever they were near.  Despite the steaks both canines clearly had in mind for dinner, they were well-behaved.

An herbivore and carnivore standoff. Photo looks WNW.

The trail went on and on.  Beneath the cloudless sky, Dixie was really feeling the heat in her long fur coat as the temperature soared.  Frequent dashes into the creek to cool off and get a drink were called for, but the creek was often fenced off, restricting access.

Dixie feeling the heat. Photo looks N.

Beyond the tunnel, that was it for shade anywhere on the trail.  3.2 miles from the start, the Mickelson Trail reached the old Montana Mine area.  By now, it was just plain hot.  Even Lupe’s tongue was hanging out, and Uncle Joe was done.  Water for all, then it was time to head back.

At the turnaround point near the Montana mine. Photo looks S.

The way back was a gradual downhill all the way.  Although the trail hadn’t been all that busy before, many bikers came gliding past during the return.  Upon reaching the shady bench again, another water break was taken.  Uncle Joe provided Kind bars, and SPHP distributed apples.  Then it was back through the shady gap to the rest of the sunny march back to the RAV4.  (End 1:38 PM)

Heading back to the start. Photo looks S.

10-5-24, 10:33 AM, 52ºF – Cooler today, but smoky and very windy.  To avoid the wind as much as possible, SPHP suggested another hike along Rapid Creek, but farther downstream in a deep canyon.  Others may have had the same idea.  Upon arriving at the Silver City trailhead of Deerfield Trail No. 40, quite a few vehicles were already there.

No matter, room enough for everyone!  Since Rapid Creek was a much larger, blue ribbon trout stream down here, some people weren’t even interested in the trail, except as access to fishing holes.  After crossing the first bridge, an easy, level, upstream hike was in store.

Setting out on Deerfield Trail No. 40 from the Silver City trailhead. Photo looks WNW.

There was more foliage and shade along Deerfield Trail No. 40, which began as an old roadbed, but eventually narrowed to a single track with a more remote feel to it.  Rock formations along the canyon walls added scenic splendor, and occasional bridges provided views of Rapid Creek.

Scenic canyon walls not too far from the start.
Joe, Dixie, and Andrea on one of the pawbridges over Rapid Creek. Photo looks SW.

Early October – prime time for fall colors!  Yet, while the displays were nice enough, with splashes of color evident along some stretches, they generally weren’t as brilliant as usual this year.

A bit of color along the way. Photo looks W.

Although it wasn’t nearly as hot today, Cousin Dixie made the most of many opportunities to make a splash in Rapid Creek, which was more easily accessible along Deerfield Trail No. 40 than the N Fork of Rapid Creek had been from the Mickelson Trail.

Dixie on one of her many ventures in and out of Rapid Creek. Photo looks W.

After a while, Joe realized that Dixie was getting full of burrs doing this, and began discouraging the practice, although with limited success.

Even at a leisurely pace, it took only 25 minutes to reach Lupe’s Dingo cave.  Presumably some sort of old exploratory mine tunnel, the Dingo cave went horizontally 15 or 20 feet back into solid rock.  Not all that big, but a fantastic spot to take cover during a hail storm.

Joe, Andrea, and Dixie peering into the Dingo cave.

Well, it didn’t happen to be hailing.  Deerfield Trail No. 40 went on, and so did everyone else.  As the canyon snaked W, there were more bridges over Rapid Creek during a pleasant stroll through forested territory.  The canyon eventually opened up at a clearing near a big bend in the creek.  A deep hole here provided Dixie with another chance to make a huge splash.  It was so much fun, she did it more than once!

In the clearing by the big bend in the creek. Photo looks E.

The point where Kelly Gulch comes down from the N to join the Rapid Creek canyon was only a few hundred feet farther W.  From here, Rapid Creek’s confluence with Slate Creek was still another 0.75 mile.

After some discussion about whether to keep going, or turn around here, much to Lupe and Dixie’s delight, the decision was made to keep heading W.  Ignoring Kelly Gulch and passing a vertical rock wall just beyond it, a sunny straight stretch appeared right along Rapid Creek.

By the rock wall beyond Kelly Gulch. Photo looks W.
A beautiful open stretch along Rapid Creek. Photo looks WSW.

The two cousins were have a grand time exploring, and made it across the last bridge over Rapid Creek to the long, straight, and narrow section that leads to Slate Creek.

Upstream view from the last bridge over Rapid Creek. Photo looks W.
Dixie and Lupe on the narrow straightaway leading to Slate Creek. Photo looks E.

However, less than 0.15 mile from Slate Creek, the notion that this was about far enough prevailed.  Time to head back!

Looking N across Rapid Creek at the turnaround point.

On the way back, a brief stop was made at Canyon City, where the N side of the canyon widened out W of Kelly Gulch.  SPHP passed out apples to the humans again, while Lupe and Dixie shared a chocolate coconut bar.

Continuing on after this short break, 5 minutes beyond the bend where Dixie made another big splash, 3 people were coming from the E.  One of them immediately asked an unexpected and amazing question.

Is that Lupe?

SPHP could scarcely believe it.  This was the first time anyone from her home territory in the Black Hills had ever recognized the Carolina Dog.  Naturally, the answer was yes!  This is Lupe!

So, Lupe met Rex, who said he’d often read her posts on T(M)TAOL.  Rex was super nice to Lupe during this brief, chance encounter.

Intrepid outdoor explorers Rex and Lupe together on Deerfield Trail No. 40.

Meeting Rex had been fun!  Lupe was happy, and SPHP had to smile.  During the rest of the return, the scenery seemed a bit more splendid, the colors a bit more vibrant, the whole day a bit brighter because of him.  (End 1:44 PM, 66ºF)

Lupe and Dixie heading back to the trailhead with Uncle Joe shortly after meeting Rex.

10-6-24, 12:40 PM, 63ºF – Andrea’s 50th High School reunion was over.  Tomorrow she, Joe, and Dixie would all be returning home to Colorado.  Uncle Joe came up with today’s route suggestion, a hike partly along Centennial Trail No. 89 to the Sheridan Lake dam.

With Aunt Andrea & Uncle Joe at the Dakota Point trailhead near Sheridan Lake. Photo looks SE.

This short hike started out heading E through a sunlit forest along a dirt road that was also part of Centennial Trail No. 89.

In the sunlit forest. Photo looks ENE.

As the dirt road began turning S, Centennial Trail No. 89 angled off to the SE.  That was the long way to the dam, since the trail would drop clear down to Spring Creek before regaining lost elevation.  Preferring the shorter route along the dirt road, Joe and Andrea posed in a field of tall grass 0.33 mile NE of Peak 5200 as the road headed up to Pass 4860.

Joe and Andrea on a beautiful day in the Black Hills.

Once over Pass 4860, a long downhill stretch on the dirt road ensued.  At the bottom, a single track trail that branched off to the R climbed a little slope to a bridge going over Spring Creek’s outlet from Sheridan Lake.

Heading down to Sheridan Lake. Photo looks S.
On the bridge over the Spring Creek outlet. Photo looks SE.

While Sheridan Lake was still at full capacity, the Summer of 2024 had been so incredibly hot and dry that no flow at all was visible going over the concrete spillway along the edge of the lake.  Lupe and SPHP had never seen the outlet completely dry before.

Sheridan Lake from the Spring Creek outlet bridge. Photo looks SW.

From the bridge, the trail quickly led to the top of a small forested knoll overlooking Sheridan Lake.  Evidently, it was a day for posing!  Everyone got in on the act.

Andrea & Joe atop the knoll. Photo looks W.
Perennial poser Lupe, with Sheridan Lake in the background. Photo looks WSW.
Cousin Dixie gets on the act, encouraged by Andrea to hold still for a moment. Photo looks NW.

The Sheridan Lake dam was as far as things were destined to go on this lovely early autumn day.  Dixie led the way down a series of stone steps to the top of the dam.

The Sheridan Lake dam (Center) from the knoll. Photo looks S.
Cousin Dixie leads the way down to the dam. Photo looks SSW.

After going halfway across the dam, that was it.  With a long drive back to Colorado ahead of them bright and early tomorrow morning, Uncle Joe and Aunt Andrea were ready to head back to Hotel Lupe for food, fun, and relaxation.  Cousin Dixie and Lupe may have had other ideas, but went along with the decision without complaint.  (End 2:05 PM)

End of the line. Andrea & Joe at Sheridan Lake. Photo looks W.

10-7-24, 6:50 AM, Hotel Lupe – Well, that was it.  After a fond farewell, Aunt Andrea, Uncle Joe, and Cousin Dixie were bound for Colorado.  Andrea’s reunion had been a success, and Dixie had enjoyed her Black Hills outings, getting to explore parts of 3 major trails with Lupe.

Always fun when Dixie, Aunt Andrea, and Uncle Joe come to visit, SPHP!

Certainly is, Loopster.  Glad they made it up to Hotel Lupe for a few days.

I do have one question, though, SPHP.  What’s next?

Well, let’s see.  Since it hasn’t been that long since we got back from your Summer of 2024 Dingo Vacations, I’ve got about a jillion adventures to write up, Loop.  In fact, I’m so far behind that there are a whole bunch of Summer of 2023 adventures I haven’t done anything with yet, either.

Terrific!  But you can do that in your spare time, SPHP.  I meant what new adventures are in store, now that Dixie, Andrea, and Joe are gone?

We’re going to be home for a while, Looper, so I can about guarantee you more adventures lie ahead in the beautiful Black Hills of South Dakota!

Hitting the trails with Cousin Dixie, Black Hills of South Dakota 10-4-24 to 10-6-24

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Black Hills, SD Expedition No. 333 – Little Devils Tower with Mark Anderson (6-8-24)

9:40 AM – Down in the living room, Lupe was raising a ruckus.

Mark’s here, SPHP!

Oh, I knew we could count on him, Loopster.  I’ll be right there.

Lupe greeted Mark with such tremendous enthusiasm when SPHP let him in that Mark scarcely knew how to react.  When the Carolina Dog calmed down, the conversation quickly turned to today’s destination, or more precisely, where would Mark like to go?

Although Mark had grown up in the Black Hills, he’d moved to Colorado decades ago, and asked SPHP for suggestions.  Exactly what to propose was hard to say, due to his situation.

An avid traveler, skier, and hiker in some mighty scenic countries around the world, Mark had been through a hip replacement last fall that had gone wrong.  Naturally athletic, he’d been reduced to a walker and crutches for months.  As recently as only a couple of months ago, even managing a flight of stairs had still been difficult.  However, a nerve that had been damaged was slowly healing, and Mark reported that he could now amble several miles without much pain.

Hmm.  Something scenic with a decent trail, a little on the ambitious side, yet not too far, seemed to be the parameters that needed to be met.

SPHP’s first suggestion was dead on arrival.  Nope, not scenic enough!  Mark had been there 5 or 6 years ago with another friend, and the big views really didn’t come until nearly the very end.

Well, there was an obviously better choice, but one that involved a little scrambling.  Could Mark do that?

A no pain, no gain sort of guy, he was willing to try.

When SPHP proposed Little Devils Tower (6,981 ft.), Mark was nearly as enthusiastic as Lupe had been upon his arrival.  A terrific idea!  SPHP was surprised to learn that Mark had never been there before.

12:00 PM – Early June in the Black Hills.  Sylvan Lake was a zoo!  Every parking spot was taken.  Vehicles even lined the Needles Highway during the short drive on the way to the Little Devils Tower trailhead.  At the first opportunity, Mark parked the RAV4 alongside the road.

Not a great spot to begin for Mark’s hip, but he didn’t complain as Lupe led the way NE through fields and forest after crossing the highway.  Managing to reach Little Devils Tower Trail No. 4 between Sylvan Lake and the Little Devils Tower trailhead without incident, Mark had no problem getting to the trailhead and starting up the valley beyond it.

The march up the valley was easy enough and busy.  A steady stream of people and dogs went by.  Lupe had countless opportunities to sniff and get acquainted.  The valley was a mix of meadows, forest, scenic granite formations, and, near the start, even featured a tiny stream.

Mark & Lupe in the lower valley.

Ambling along with frequent short breaks, Mark and SPHP jabbered away on every topic under the sun while Lupe enjoyed the nonchalant pace.  No one really took much notice as the trail steepened.  When Trail No. 4 topped out, the spur to Little Devils Tower was right there.

Heading N, much of the 0.25 mile long spur was a gradual climb through mostly open territory, but once the big granite formations were reached, that all changed.  A steeper climb between two granite walls ended at a minor pass.  Immediately to the L, a 10 foot vertical scramble led up into a narrow crack.

Moment of truth!  Mark passed with flying colors.  SPHP gave Lupe a boost up the scrambly part, and the American Dingo managed the rest of the crack by herself.  Emerging from the upper end of the crack, a nice view of Sylvan Hill (6,998 ft.) was off to the WSW.

Sylvan Hill (R of Center) from just above the first crack (lower L). Photo looks WSW.

This wasn’t the end of the scrambling, but none of what lay ahead was any worse than what Mark had already demonstrated his ability to deal with.  SPHP had to smile.  Mark was clearly enjoying the experience!

Pausing for a photo partway up. Photo looks NW.

Marked by blue diamonds, the spur trail continued higher, winding over solid granite to another passage that quickly led to a flat patch of dirt.  From here, a second almost vertical scramble was all that remained.

Last scramble leading to the summit. Photo looks up!
Mark contemplating the final scramble. Cathedral Spires (L & Center) beyond him. Photo looks SE.

Several people expressed amazement when Lupe scrambled up this last section all on her own.  They didn’t realize that Mark’s successful ascent was actually the genuinely amazing accomplishment.

Mark near the top of the final scramble, while Lupe basks in all the praise. Photo looks SSE.

1:22 PM, 68ºF, Little Devils Tower (6,981 ft.) – During most of an hour spent relaxing while munching on a Subway sandwich and taking in the views, which were among the best the Black Hills have to offer, Mark confirmed this was by far the most difficult hike he’d been on since his hip replacement operation last September.  He was doing fine, though, and very happy to be here.  Little Devils Tower had been a great choice!

Black Elk Peak (7,231 ft.), South Dakota’s highest mountain, only a mile NNE was the main attraction.  Other highlights included a spectacular view of the Cathedral Spires (6,907 ft.), and Sylvan Hill (6,998 ft.), the Custer County high point.

Black Elk Peak (R) from Little Devils Tower. Photo looks NNE.
The magnificent Cathedral Spires, also known locally as The Needles. Photo looks SE.

2:19 PM – Panhandling chipmunks were conducting a lively business with the ever-changing crowd.  The American Dingo cheerily appointed herself chief enforcer against this illicit trade, making SPHP nervous during her sudden dashes to the brink of destruction.  Probably best to mosey on.  Mark was satisfied, and Lupe’s traditional summit hour was almost over, anyway.

The descent was harder on Mark than the ascent had been.  Moving slowly and cautiously, he appeared a bit fragile and unsteady.  Lupe had plenty of time to pay more attention to the views, while still keeping an eye out for chipmunks.

Mark starting his descent. Photo looks SSE.
Cathedral Spires (L), as seen during the descent. Photo looks SE.
Mark heads down a passage between the steeper scrambles. Photo looks SW.
Descending the crack above the last scramble. Photo looks SSE.

The descent went well.  No mishaps.  It wasn’t until Lupe was practically back at the Little Devils Tower trailhead that Mark finally admitted that his hip and arthritis were giving him some pain, although he insisted that the pain hadn’t set in until just the last 200 yards.

SPHP offered to retrieve the RAV4 while Mark waited at the trailhead, which would have been an easy thing to do, but Mark wouldn’t hear of it.  However, he did prefer walking back to the RAV4 on Hwy 89 rather than take the lumpy overland route Lupe had led him on before.

3:30 PM, Sylvan Lake – The throng had thinned out a little.  Volunteering to buy ice cream, Mark parked the RAV4 in front of the store, then went in to get it.  When he returned, while Lupe laid in the shade of the pine trees, Mark and SPHP sat on a rock with a view of the lake consuming chocolate-flavored soft serve.

Despite the somewhat painful ending, Mark was very pleased with how today’s outing had gone.  Pain and disability had been a big part of his life ever since last September, and Little Devils Tower had been a huge leap forward.  He was greatly encouraged, and confident that he would soon be back close to normal.

June!  Dingo Vacation time was almost here.  Another week or so, and Lupe was going to be in Colorado!  Mark invited Lupe and SPHP to stop in and visit.  Another joint adventure was sure to result.

Seeing Mark again had been awesome!  Knowing that he was rapidly on the mend was even better.  SPHP promised that a feisty American Dingo would soon be on his doorstep.

Climbing Little Devils Tower with Mark Anderson, Black Hills of South Dakota 6-8-24
Mark & Lupe’s GPS Track

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