Across Colorado into Nebraska the road travels as far as the eye can see.
A spring season of rain has filled the sand hills with tall grasses waving in the wind.
Up over a rise in the road the Black Hills become a part of the landscape ahead.
Around a sweeping curve the ridge is lined with buffalo.
A quiet moment in the Black Hills spiritual home of the Lakota.
Ride safe, Carlan
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