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PROGRAMMING NOTE from the Author and Archivist


So obviously I just stopped blogging on this platform. I'll get back to it eventually. Or not. I'm taking a break from all social media. It seemed necessary for my mental health.

The last few years have been busy and … challenging:

- 2015 Happened.
- 2016 Let's call it The Lost Year. (Obviously words failed me.)
- 2017 about broke me. Literally. Mentally.
- 2018 was ridiculous, proving 2017 was just a warm up. (Good thing I was already broken so it couldn't hurt as much.#2018TrashCanFire I thought things were going okay, but maybe not?)

- 2019 was such a blur. I know there were highlights, but then stuff happened and carried into the next year...

- And then in March#2020 really took a turn. Who can even categorize 2020? Do we dare?


I kinda want a do-over of some of the last few years. But life doesn’t work that way.


So for now, I'm hunkering down. Regrouping. Trying to stay safe and sort some stuff out.


Stay safe everyone. Stay well.

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Thursday, January 6, 2011

The Wild (Mid)west Adventures of the Shushing Librarian - Part 4

After a night in a "hammock," it was time to get on the road again. Time to say good-bye to C’s family and head back to Omaha to repack the Harley for a week-long Road Trip to the Black Hills.
We divided the nine hour drive to the Black Hills into a two-day ride: five hours the first night, with an overnight stay in Valentine, NE; then onto the Black Hills.

We were excited to see the landscape change from the sandy, rolling hills of western Nebraska to the towering ponderosa pines that blanketed the Black Hills. Our private log cabin was located in Custer State Park, home to 1,500 free roaming buffalo. As we entered into the park, posted signs warned us not to feed the wildlife and that buffalo are dangerous. SERIOUSLY!
B and C chose to stay at Blue Bell Lodge, one of the four resorts located in the state park.

Trivia note: President Calvin Coolidge made Custer State Park the “summer White House” in 1927.

B and C now understand why. The dirty Harley was happy to come to a rest after a long drive – and so was B. (I did offer to drive, but he didn't take me up on that offer, for some reason!)
The cabin was especially cozy and contained a small kitchen, large king-sized bed, bath, sitting area and a fireplace (complete with traditional décor). But it was the unobstructed views of the Hills which B and C loved the most. (My friend C, the nature model!)

All was pretty peaceful in the Hills and everyone immediately fell into a relaxed pace. The mornings, however, proved to be a bit exciting. Every morning, around 6:00 a.m., the neighbors came over for breakfast.
Howdy neighbors!We celebrated our first night in Hills at the local restaurant and enjoyed some of the local cuisine. We just couldn’t resist “saddling up” to the bar.Over the leisurely dinner, we planned out the week, making sure to fill the itinerary with lots stops at all the historic sites and long rides on the Harley.

Stay tuned for the next installment of my Wild (Mid)West Adventures.

1 comment:

Custer State Park Resorts said...

Thanks for stopping in at Custer State Parks Resorts. Sounds like you guys enjoyed yourselves and we hope you can make time to stop again in the future!

CSP