I don't get to do vacations very often, so when I do, I try to find interesting places I haven't been before. Like Devils Tower. I was there yesterday. It was amazing, awesome, awe-inspiring - words actually don't do it justice.
And just so you know, it is Devils Tower, not Devil's Tower. Evidently, in the proclamation in 1906 that declared the site to America's first national monument, somebody left out the apostrophe. And no one caught it. So the tower's name is grammatically incorrect. I found that amusing. Sorry, it's a grammar thing.
Anyway, my friend Melissa and I walked the trail around the base of the tower, enjoying the pleasant weather, great sunshine, cool breeze and smell of fresh pine. The tower's look changes, depending on which side you're on, so it wasn't like you were seeing the same thing over and over. Plus, on the south face, a handful of people were climbing the tower. They had to be a little bit crazy, I'm thinking. But if that's their thing, then who am I to judge? Especially since I prefer doing things like watching shoot-outs on the streets of Deadwood.
That's right, friends. I was in Deadwood today and watched a shoot-out on Main Street. It was certainly loud, that's for sure. The nice thing was it wasn't fatal. Yes it featured actors playing roles and using cream of wheat in their load (according to them, they were cereal killers - I laughed). But the marshall didn't kill the man he was shooting at. He shot him in the leg so he could eventually stand trial. At least I'm assuming he could stand by that time.
I can't believe my vacation is half over. I wait so impatiently for each one and then it goes by so quickly. It just doesn't seem fair.
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