Black Hills, SD Expeditions No. 346 – Cousin Dixie Pays a Visit (10-9-25 to 10-12-25)

10-9-25, 12:30 PM – What a ruckus!  Both thrilled and amazed, Lupe was barking frantically.  Not to be outdone, Cousin Dixie was barking while leaping for joy.  Oh, happy day!  Uncle Joe, Aunt Andrea and Cousin Dixie had just arrived from Colorado.

Hotel Lupe’s welcome package included ice cream for all.  Outdoor fun commenced a short while later with a Geyser Loop romp through the park.  Excited as she could be, Cousin Dixie kept dashing in and out of a mucky stream, repeatedly emerging as a black-pawed Aussie.

10-10-25, 10:21 AM – As expected, after getting all settled in at Hotel Lupe yesterday, the main event of every subsequent day that Cousin Dixie was around was destined to feature at least one adventure in the Black Hills.  After breakfast, Uncle Joe had asked SPHP for suggestions on something easy, scenic, and not too long to start out with.

How about a hike around Sylvan Lake?  This proposition was readily agreed to by all.

Uncle Joe, Aunt Andrea, Cousin Dixie and Lupe at Sylvan Lake. Photo looks NNW.

Sylvan Lake was an excellent idea!  However, upon arrival, unexpected trail maintenance made fully executing the loop plan impossible.  The portion of the trail around the lake that went below the dam was closed.  No loop for the Loopster, or anyone else, permitted!

Nothing to do but make the best of the situation.  A horseshoe pattern would still work!  Starting out along the SW side of the lake close to the store’s parking lot, Lupe led everyone NW along the broad gravel path that went to the dam.

Sylvan Lake. The dam is toward the L over by the line of rocks. Photo looks NW.
Lupe near the dam, which is just beyond the rock she’s on. Photo looks NE.

After visiting the dam, everyone headed back counter-clockwise almost clear around the lake over to rock formations that weren’t that far from the other end of the dam.

Joe, Dixie and Lupe on rock formations at the other end of the horseshoe. Photo looks WSW.

After taking in the view, this end of the horseshoe also had to be retraced clear back to Shadow waiting at the parking lot.  Fine and dandy, happily the horseshoe technique had worked.  Never really was any doubt about it.  However, there had been another drawback to the Sylvan Lake trail.  Quite justifiably, a throng of other people and dogs were at this popular destination.  Cousin Dixie really would have preferred to be freer to roam and burn off some 2 year old Aussie energy.

Heading back to Shadow at the parking lot. Photo looks NE.

So where to?  Even having to do nearly the entire Sylvan Lake loop trail twice hadn’t taken long at all.  Plenty of time to explore another trail.

Lots of terrific trails are accessible from the Sylvan Lake area, but they would likely be busy, too.  No worries!  SPHP had the answer – a trek along Centennial Trail No. 89, either N or S, from the Iron Creek Horse Camp trailhead.  A bit of a drive, but a very scenic one along Needles Highway No. 87.  Wouldn’t take that long to get there, and cousins Dixie and Lupe would own the trail!  SPHP was sure of it.

10-10-25, 11:46 AM, Iron Creek Horse Camp Trailhead, Centennial Trail No. 89Ahh, yes!  This was looking good!  Shadow was the only vehicle in the small parking lot at the trailhead.  The only question now was, which way?  N farther into the Black Elk Wilderness, or S away from it?

N into the wilderness was more scenic – full of big granite formations.  On the other paw, S would be easier terrain.  Really nothing too difficult either way, and complete privacy was highly likely in both directions.

Centennial Trail No. 89 at the Iron Creek Horse Camp trailhead. Photo looks NE.

N it was, by unanimous consent!  Following the trail up over a small rise, it then quickly descended to Iron Creek.  Dixie promptly waded into a mucky pool upstream of a makeshift bridge.  This experience was much to Cousin Dixie’s liking, even if not greeted with the same enthusiasm by Uncle Joe and Aunt Andrea.

Cousin Muddy Paws emerging from Iron Creek. Photo looks N.
Crossing the makeshift “bridge”. Photo looks E.

Temporarily muddy paws were no big deal.  The adventure continued!  Some fall colors were on display, although admittedly already past their prime.  Centennial Trail No. 89 wound gradually higher through a quiet valley.  Soon enough, the trail steepened, climbing into the region of big granite formations.

Approaching one of the first big granite formations.

A short break was taken near one of the smaller rock formations.  Uncle Joe provided water, cheese sticks, and energy bars to interested parties.  SPHP had apples available.  Continuing on, the trail wound past more rock formations, eventually coming to a junction where Centennial Trail No. 89 shared a short stretch ahead with Grizzly Creek Trail No. 7.

Andrea and Dixie near one of the smaller granite formations. Photo looks W.
The whole pack at the junction of Centennial Trail No. 89 (R) and Grizzly Creek Trail No. 7 (L). Photo looks SE.

It was only a few hundred feet to where the trails parted ways again.  At this point there was some discussion of which route to take from here, or whether to simply call this good, and head back?

Decision time! Grizzly Creek Trail No. 7 (L), Centennial Trail No. 89 (R), or back to the Iron Creek Horse Camp trailhead? Photo looks W.

Sticking with Centennial Trail No. 89 a little farther won out.

Exploring Centennial Trail No. 89 a bit farther. Photo looks NNE.

0.3 mile led to a minor pass, which became the turnaround point.  This pass was nearly to a junction with the Centennial Bypass Trail, which goes to the picnic ground on Iron Mountain (5,451 ft.).  However, that destination would have been significantly farther.

At minor Pass 5340, the turnaround point. Photo looks S.

On the way back, another stop was made at the granite formation where the rest break had been taken earlier.  No food, this time.  Instead a bit of scrambling around on the rocks was in order.  It was view appreciation time!  (End 10-10-25, 2:15 PM)

Lupe and Joe checking out the views. Photo looks W.
Admiring a massive granite formation after a bit of scrambling. Photo looks NE.

10-11-25, 10:03 AM – Since Centennial Trail No. 89 had been such a hit yesterday, SPHP suggested another trail, even more remote, for today’s romp in the Black Hills.  Nearly a year and a half ago, Dixie, Joe, Andrea and Lupe had set out along Deerfield Lake Loop Trail No. 40L from the Gold Run trailhead, and explored a section of the 11 mile long loop that circumnavigates the entire lake.

Why not pick up from where Dixie and the gang had left off back then?  The Deerfield Reservoir dam would be only 2 or 3 miles farther.  Lupe had actually been there with her friend Poppy in late April this year.  It was an easy trek.

So that became the plan.  Dixie was thrilled to be off-leash in the Black Hills again!  Trails close to where she lives in Colorado are much more restrictive.

Lupe, Andrea, Joe and Dixie on Deerfield Lake Loop Trail No. 40L. Photo looks NNE.

Starting near Deerfield Cove Road (USFS Road No. 607), Deerfield Lake Loop Trail No. 40L was a gentle downhill stroll virtually all the way to Castle Creek.  A tiny stream that was easily rock-hopped a couple of times was the only obstacle along the way.

Deerfield Lake Loop Trail No. 40L followed the old USFS Road No. 607.1B roadbed most of the way. Super easy!
Arriving at Castle Creek. Photo looks NW.

Castle Creek went through a culvert, so there was no need to ford it.  Just beyond Castle Creek, a short stint on USFS Road No. 307 led to a view of the Deerfield Reservoir discharge pipes from the gaging station at the base of the dam.  Water shot out of the duel pipes with impressive force.

Castle Creek exiting the base of the Deerfield Reservoir dam. Photo looks WSW.

A steepish side road with a single big switchback provided easy access to the top of the dam.

Heading up the dam access road. Photo looks NW.

The best view of Deerfield Reservoir was over at the SE end of the dam.  An open slope nearby was a good spot to take a break.

Crossing the dam. Break spot is on the grassy slope at Center. Photo looks ESE.
Best dam view of Deerfield Reservoir. Photo looks WSW.
Taking a break on the hillside overlooking Deerfield Reservoir. Photo looks SW.

Once again, Uncle Joe provided cheese sticks and energy bars.  SPHP still had apples available, plus water and Taste of the Wild for the dogs.  Not entirely satisfied, Lupe and Dixie selfishly conspired to devour most of SPHP’s cheese stick, too.

Back in April, when Lupe had been here with Poppy, HV & LV, she’d gone as far as the end of the N bay, which really wasn’t all that much farther.  Today, when the rest break was over, everyone headed back across the dam in that general direction, but only went as far as the first hill NW of the dam.  From there, a circle was made back to the E in order to pick up Deerfield Lake Loop Trail No. 40L again.

Starting the trek S back to Shadow, this part of the trail went right by a terrific view of the Deerfield Reservoir dam with Castle Creek below it.  (End, 10-11-25, 12:51 PM)

Deerfield Reservoir dam and Castle Creek. Photo looks SW.

Once back at Shadow, that was it for today’s adventure in the Black Hills, but Uncle Joe had another plan up his sleeve.  He’d brought his portable ham radio, and wanted to make some ham contacts from Dinosaur Hill (3,673 ft.) in Rapid City.

Evidently, Cousin Dixie and Aunt Andrea weren’t much into ham radio.  They preferred spending the rest of their day relaxing at Hotel Lupe.  However, fondly remembering the glory days of Uncle Joe’s ham radio adventures from various Black Hills peaks with Summits on the Air, Lupe and SPHP tagged along.

Dinosaur Hill wasn’t the best ham radio spot.  Farther S along Skyline Drive, the ridge Dinosaur Hill was part of was even higher.  Better yet, there was even a parking lot right up on the crest of the ridge.

After attaching a 17 foot long telescoping antenna to the top of his car with a magnetic base, it wasn’t long before Uncle Joe was ready to start transmitting and receiving.

Uncle Joe running a fly-by-afternoon ham radio operation up on Skyline Drive.
Uncle Joe’s Elecraft KX3 Transceiver.

Unfortunately, no Summits on the Air operation today.  Years ago, Uncle Joe had lost his ability to log into that system under his old account for some unknown reason.  That meant no huge radio traffic jam of other ham operators trying to make contact with him.  Nevertheless, Joe did make successful Morse Code contacts with other ham radio operators in Pennsylvania, Nevada, Arizona, and California.

While Joe entertained himself with the radio, Lupe and SPHP admired the views of Rapid City and the Black Hills.

Rapid City from Skyline Drive with Black Elk Peak (L of Center) in the distance. Photo looks SW.

10-12-25, 1:33 PM – How time flies when you’re having fun!  Cousin Dixie’s last day in the Black Hills before having to head back home to Arvada, Colorado had already arrived.  A scenic jaunt from the Spring Creek trailhead up to Centennial Trail No. 89 at the Sheridan Lake dam was on tap this afternoon as Dixie’s final adventure of this visit.

Setting out from the Spring Creek trailhead off Sheridan Lake Road. Photo looks SW.

The trail to Sheridan Lake began with a bit of rockiness along Spring Creek, but once past that one spot, this was another super easy route.

At the one and only rocky spot. Photo looks WSW.
Beyond the rocky spot with smooth sailing along Spring Creek. Photo looks SW.

Most of this spur trail wasn’t that close to Spring Creek as it wound up a deep valley.  However, it did cross the creek at several points along the way.  Lupe and SPHP hadn’t been here in a while, and were surprised to see new, gently arched bridges with handrails at each crossing.

Joe, Andrea, and Dixie on the first bridge. Photo looks W.
Andrea demonstrates her bridge-crossing technique.
A scenic spot along the way. Photo looks NE.
The last bridge. Photo looks W.

Part of Sheridan Lake dam was already visible from the last bridge over Spring Creek.  Once up to it, everyone crossed the dam to return to a spot previously reached along Centennial Trail No. 89  while coming from the Dakota Point trailhead during Cousin Dixie’s last visit in October, 2024.

Approaching the Sheridan Lake dam (R). Photo looks W.
Up on the dam. Photo looks SW.

Heading back across the dam, the plan was to continue S on Centennial Trail No. 89 along the SE shore of Sheridan Lake.  Actually, somewhat above it.  Most of the time, the trail stayed 20 to 30 feet above lake level.

Heading back to the S end of the dam. Photo looks SW.
Sheridan Lake from the S end of the dam. Photo looks WNW.
Andrea checks out a fairly elaborate makeshift shelter near the trail.
Andrea and Joe on Centennial Trail No. 89 above the SE shore of Sheridan Lake. Photo looks WSW.

The whole pack got almost to the Flume trailhead at Blue Wing before turning back.  And that was it for Cousin Dixie’s adventures in the Black Hills with Lupe on this visit.  One last evening of fun and togetherness at Hotel Lupe remained, but farewells were destined to take place shortly after dawn tomorrow morning.  (End 10-12-25, 3:47 PM)

Oh, it had all been such fun!  Lupe and SPHP look forward to hosting Uncle Joe, Aunt Andrea, and Cousin Dixie at Hotel Lupe again.

Together at Sylvan Lake, Black Hills of South Dakota 10-10-25.

Links:

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Lupe & Cousin Dixie’s GPS Tracks:

Sylvan Lake (10-10-25)

CT No. 89 N from the Iron Creek Horse Camp (10-10-25)

Deerfield Reservoir Dam (10-11-25)

Spring Creek to Sheridan Lake (10-12-25)

Centennial Trail No. 89 Map & Brochure

Deerfield Trails No. 40 & No. 40L Map & Brochure

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Black Hills, SD Expedition No. 301 – Sylvan Lake & the Custer State Park Buffalo Hunt (4-16-22)

11:48 AM, 32ºF, Sylvan Lake Picnic Area – Oh, the news was wonderful!  Yesterday evening Cousins Dusty, Laddie, and Uncle Joe had arrived for a visit.  Lupe was thrilled!  The enthusiastic American Dingo knew what that meant – good times on joint expeditions in the Black Hills!  The real question had been where to go?  Cousin Dusty would be turning sweet 16 in less than 2 months, and wasn’t up to anything long or strenuous.

This morning, SPHP had suggested the loop trail around Sylvan Lake, a choice agreeable to all, but hadn’t taken the lake’s 6,145 foot elevation fully into account.  Mid-April, but there was ice on the lake, snow on the ground, and a chill in the air as Lupe and her cousins set out from the picnic area for a counter-clockwise tour around the lake.  It was so cold out that only a couple of Canadians were hardy enough to be hanging out down by the beach.

Setting out from the picnic area. Photo looks NW.
Sylvan Lake from near the beach along the N shore. Photo looks SW.
Canadian geese.

Beyond the beach, the trail wound NW past massive granite formations and improbable spires.  Going over a bit of a rise, another part of Sylvan Lake came into view.  Cousin Dusty was doing great!  She even led the way, happy to be back in the Black Hills again.

Among the granite formations. Photo looks N.
Approaching the N end of Sylvan Lake. Cousin Dusty (R) in the lead. Photo looks NW.

Going around a bay, the trail climbed onto rock formations overlooking Sylvan Lake.  On this cold, overcast morning, the scene was mostly gray and white.  Pines added a green too subdued to break a wintery mood.

The N bay from up on the rocks. Photo looks SE.

Joe, Dusty, and Laddie got a head start as the trail turned SW descending into Sunday Gulch.  Protected from the sun by towering rock formations, there was even more snow down here.  Water seeped from a big crack in the granite.

Joe and Laddie start down into Sunday Gulch. Photo looks SW.
A snowy descent. Photo looks SW.
Laddie, Joe, and Dusty in Sunday Gulch.

Once down in Sunday Gulch, it was only a short distance to a junction with Sunday Gulch Trail No. 6 near the Sylvan Lake dam.  The cloud cover thinned, and the sky brightened.  Suddenly, winter seemed to be losing its grip.  A hint of spring was in the air.

Joe, Laddie, and Lupe below the dam. Photo looks SE.

Sunday Gulch Trail No. 6 is scenic, but steep.  Cousin Dusty wasn’t going to be able to take on a side excursion like that.  In fact, she had a bit of a problem with the next section of the Sylvan Lake trail.  Beyond the dam, the trail turned S going up a series of snowy steps that led into a narrow passage between vertical rock walls.

The passage was a sheet of ice!  A minor rise near the end was so slick that Dusty could scarcely get up it.  Repeatedly losing traction, she kept sliding back.  Joe had to brace himself between the rock walls to try to give her a helping paw.

Joe, Dusty, and Laddie head up the steps. Photo looks S.
Joe trying to help Dusty up the super slick ice.

After a couple of comical attempts, Dusty got the extra help she needed.  Emerging from the narrow passage at lake level near the dam, the rest of the path around the lake was a cinch.  Flat as a pancake, the trail ran right along the SW shore nearly all the way to the S end of the lake.

Near the dam (unseen off to the L) after successfully negotiating the icy passage. Photo looks NE.
Along the SW shore. Photo looks SE.
Looking NW back toward the dam (L beyond Joe).

Didn’t take long at all to get there.

Laddie, Joe, and Dusty at the S end of Sylvan Lake. Photo looks NNW.
Loopster basking in weak sunshine.
The massive granite formation near the dam. Photo looks NW.

The scenic jaunt around Sylvan Lake was almost complete.  Not much farther back to the picnic area now.  Cousin Dusty seemed perplexed.  Other than the one icy spot that everyone had had a little trouble with, she was doing fine.  The adventure couldn’t be over already, could it?

At 15 years, 10 months, Cousin Dusty ready for more Black Hills action!

Joe proposed extending the trek with a stroll along Needles Highway No. 87, which remained closed to vehicles for the season.  After 0.33 mile, a shortcut was taken up to the high point of Little Devils Tower Trail No. 4 between the trailhead and the picnic area back at Sylvan Lake.

Heading up to Trail No. 4 after leaving the Needles Highway. Photo looks SW.

A log served as a bench during a rest break.  The dogs shared a chocolate coconut bar, while Joe and SPHP munched on apples and Kind bars.  The party broke up after Laddie barked at hikers on the trail.

The return to the Sylvan Lake picnic area on Little Devils Trail No. 4 was quick and easy.  Downhill all the way!

On Little Devils Trail No. 4, about to head back to the Sylvan Lake picnic area.

1:45 PM – When everyone got back to the RAV4, there was still plenty of time to do something more today, but that was up to Uncle Joe and his assessment of how Cousin Dusty was faring.

Dusty appeared to be fine.  SPHP suggested Custer State Park’s wildlife loop.  Dusty might enjoy exploring the rolling grasslands.  Would take a while to drive there, with a good chance of seeing buffalo somewhere along the way.

A buffalo hunt, whether from the RAV4 or out on the prairie, sounded like a great idea!  Lupe was clearly in favor, and no one else seemed to have any objections.

2:36 PM – Buffalo had already been seen by the time Uncle Joe parked at a curve along CSP Road No. 2 about 0.33 mile N of Racetrack Butte.  Lupe had given her cousins live demonstrations of how to bark ferociously at bison from the safety of the RAV4.  Laddie was interested, but hadn’t quite picked up on it yet.

Dusty was ready for another outing, if it wasn’t a long one.  The plan was to climb a nearby flat-topped ridge hoping to spot more buffalo from a safe distance.

Setting off on the Custer State Park buffalo hunt! Photo looks SW.

Upon reaching the top of the ridge, the buffalo hunt became an instant success.  Two buffalo were relaxing on the prairie up here.  Not exactly a thundering herd, but they were impressive.  Upon seeing an American Dingo, both got up to keep an eye on Lupe, but didn’t really do anything except stand there.

I’m thinking buffalo burgers! How about you, SPHP? …. I’m thinking you’re close enough, Loop. Stay here!

Both buffalo soon decided they might as well eat grass.  Sensible enough, but not terribly exciting.  A lone pine stood near the SE end of the ridge.  Ought to be a great view of Racetrack Butte (4,320 ft.) and quite a bit of surrounding territory from over there.  Might as well check it out.

Dusty, Laddie, and Joe up on the ridge. Racetrack Butte (L). Photo looks SSE.

The hunch paid off!  From the end of the ridge there was a terrific view of a whole herd of buffalo in the valley next to Racetrack Butte.

Gazing down on the buffalo herd. Racetrack Butte (L). Photo looks SE.

This was a fabulous vantage point!  Many brand new calves were among the herd.  Joe, Dusty, Laddie, and SPHP all watched in fascination.

Buffalo and their calves with help from the telephoto lens.

Lupe was fascinated, too, but the excitement of seeing so many buffalo all at once quickly became almost unbearable.  The Carolina Dog began whining so loudly that the bison must have heard her.  All of a sudden, several began ambling off to the E.  Before long, they were running.

None of the buffalo wanted to be left behind.  Evidently convinced utter disaster threatened, the whole herd began stampeding away.  This did nothing to calm Lupe down.  Whining more than ever, the frustrated American Dingo watched the bison vanish across the prairie.

The buffalo race away past Racetrack Butte (R). Photo looks ESE.

Within minutes, the show was over.  The buffalo had provided quite a spectacle!

Joe, Laddie, and Dusty heading back.to the RAV4.

That wasn’t the end of all the excitement, though!  Once back in the RAV4, part of the same buffalo herd that had fled the Carolina Dog’s mere whining when she was way up on the ridge far from them, had stopped right on CSP Road No. 2, blocking the road.  Now that Lupe was barking hysterically right next to them from the RAV4, most barely glanced up.

Shut it, pesky Dingo! Can’t you see we’re grazing here?
Yeah, really not all that concerned.

Joe eventually had to ease the RAV4 slowly through the herd to get them to move enough to get by.  It was a good thing he got through, or Lupe would have busted a gut.  The whole experience left her foaming at the mouth, chest heaving.  Laddie had been so impressed that even he’d joined in for a moment.

That still wasn’t the end, though.  Lupe had plenty more chances to bark like a nutcase.  Wildlife was everywhere!  On the way out of Custer State Park, Loop saw more buffalo, a huge herd of elk, lots of mountain sheep, marmots, wild turkeys, and turkey vultures.  Uncle Joe was amazed at the quantity and variety of wildlife around, not to mention just about deaf, by the time the Custer State Park adventure was over.

Mountain sheep.
Being ignored by mountain sheep.

The reprieve of silence didn’t last long.  Outside the park, this was cattle country.  Cows and horses!  Lupe had to give them all what for.

So glad Uncle Joe, and cousins Dusty and Laddie were here!  What a great day!

Near Racetrack Butte, Custer State Park, Black Hills of South Dakota 4-16-22

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