WE LEFT THE BADLANDS this morning for a short drive to Hot Springs, a town about an hour’s drive south of Mt. Rushmore. We
have been to towns with hot springs in the past. Years ago, we took our
daughters to Glenwood Springs, Colorado. While we were there, we took
our daughters on a pilgrimage to the local cemetery where one of their
notable ancestors, Doc. Holiday, is buried.
The
big draw to the area is a Mammoth Site. Discovered in 1974, the site is
an old sink hole containing the bones of a number of mammoths and
numerous other animals. This afternoon, we spent about an hour at the
site. While we were there, I read that some modern day Frankensteinesque
scientists are studying whether they can clone mammoths.
Hot
Springs may be a small town, but it is far more cosmopolitan than
Guthrie Center, Iowa. When we walked into a local restaurant, no one
even glanced our way. Our motel overlooks a small river. I had hoped
that the river would be the Lame Jack River, a river we crossed on the
way. Alas, the river adjacent to the motel is the Fall River. Somehow,
Lame Jack River sounds more "western.
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