I really should be on the road by now, but this place was so nice I had to stay an extra day. It's now noon on my 3rd day here, and I'm on my way out, really. I got to knitting, and I could not stop. So Christy, your hat is all done! I really wish I had a digital camera like Rachael, so I could post a pic. It is the cutest thing in the world! And I made up the pattern, all on my own! Sort of. I kind of adapted Kira's basic hat design, since I wanted it to be pointy. When it was time to decrease, I divided it into 4 sections and went back and forth, then sewed them up, with the seams on the outside and so they end in a little point. Then I added ear covers, which are a bit too big, but not bad. And I did my first color work! Just diamonds, again since I didn't have a pattern, but I think it turned out darn tooting good.
Deadwood is a cool little town, full of wild west history. The first night I got here I ended up hanging out at the Saloon 10 for a little while with a couple of guys I met here at the hostel. There was a local cover band playing songs from Nirvana to Seal. Way fun. Turns out the original Saloon 10 is where Wild Bill Hickock met his end. They even had the chair he was sitting in when it happened, entombed above the entry.
Steve and Urban stayed out a bit longer than I did (like 4 hours!). I had only come out for 1 beer though, so I headed back after 3 or 4. (Attention to anyone in SF - these guys are pretty cool, and coming your way, so show 'em a good time). The next morning I wandered Deadwood some more, checking out all the old buildings that now hold casinos. They legalized gambling here in '89, which probably revived the town a bit, but now you can't swing a cat without having 3 guys bet on where it's gonna land.
I'm sorry, I just love my hat! I keep reaching up to touch it. I think I'll wear it till I have to mail it.
That afternoon I saw the giant heads. Woo hoo. Decided not to pay the 8 bucks for parking, so I snapped a few pics en route. Also hit Crazy Horse. That has got to be the biggest white elephant in the country. 50 + years, and they still only have the face. Hmmm. And yet they charge 9 bucks. Really not exciting. Or maybe I just wasn't in the right mood. I did have a great time at Thunderhead Falls. In the mid 1850's a gold mine suddenly turned into a rushing underground waterfall and river. They aren't really sure what
happened to cause it, but they speculate (hee hee, get it?) that the last blast may have accidentally bust in on a river above them. It went unnoticed until 1940-ish when someone passing by on a train noticed a river pouring forth from a mountain side. It's creepy, and loud, and drippy, and spectacular. The sounds were the most amazing part. You can't even hear yourself think, but the way the water reverberates makes you swear that someone is speaking right above you, behind you, next to you. Creepy. But great!
Well, I guess it is finally time to leave this little wonderland. Goodbye shower. Goodbye TV. Goodbye free internet. Goodbye kitchen. Goodbye cool travelers. Hello... carhenge maybe? We'll see.