It’s time to say goodbye to mountains. Our last black hills campsite wasn’t far from 7,242-ft Harney Peak – the highest peak east of the rockies at about the same elevation as my birth town of Laramie, Wyoming. It seems like a good way to greet the plains is to visit the badlands.
Our first greeting committee is a family of bighorns.
We make our way to the primitive Sage Creek campground, where many tenters have gathered in the midst of wind and grazing buffalo. I’m grateful to discover I can connect and work here.
Tomorrow we’ll migrate to the other “non-primitive” (and non-free) campground and see if we can reach the trail system without having to drive to the trailheads.