My dearest oldest best friend Rachel returned to the Black Hills over the weekend after way to many years away. We had a blast touring the progress that is Rapid City, for better or worse. By Far the most fun though was spent out on those dusty back roads of Custer State Park and Wind Cave; country I have grown very familiar with over the last few years. We re-visited the valley where my favorite old bull buffalo lives and I’m certain we saw him again. He gave me the same long looks I’ve grown to expect from the old boy and in my mind, he remembers me too.

The time spent out there wasn’t really about sight seeing (although we didn’t take part for granted) but it was about the togetherness and about how even though it had been many years since we’d seen each other, we were able to slip right back into our friendship like it had only been a moment.