I forgot to mention a couple more things.
TROUBLE MAKING BIKERS
We almost got kicked out of Rocky Mountain National Park, because we were bikers. To make a long story short, we had too many motorcycles and tents for their campground site, and I think we got “profiled” because we were bikers.
After going through three separate rangers, we finally got approved to stay. They, the rangers, were not happy campers. (No pun intended) We minded ourselves, and didn’t party long and loud that night.
THE MOTORCYCLE GANG TO THE RESCUE
Monday night, our last stay in the Black Hills, we decided to ride back into Sturgis. I think we hadn’t bought enough bike accessories, t-shirts and hats. On our ride back to camp, as we rounded a bend in the road, we were flagged down by a biker. He said that his motorcycle electrical system just went out, and he veered off the road and crashed into a fence. We ended up taking him back into Deadwood to the hospital. It looked like he had a broken arm. (Pretty bad break) The gang got his motorcycle back up to the road and waited for the police to arrive. I didn’t smell alcohol on his breath, but I’m not really sure what alcohol smells like. Matter of fact, I don’t think anyone in our group knows what alcohol smells like.