South Dakota: A Fun, Family Day

A small section of Beaver Creek near Pringle, South Dakota.
A small section of Beaver Creek near Pringle, South Dakota.

We let the kids sleep in after the long drive across Minnesota and South Dakota. Let’s face it. Aleta and I needed the rest, too. Nevertheless, when I woke up, I decided to check out the cabin’s property a bit and then go for a run. The cabin probably sat on two acres with Beaver Creek running behind it. We could not tell in the dark when we pulled into the driveway, but I could tell immediately why our new sister-in-law’s family had a place to call their own in western South Dakota. It was a peaceful setting with the birds chirping and grasshoppers hopping away from me as I walked the small, mowed path. The calm murmur of the creek winding its way through the backyard was only interrupted by the noise of birds chirping or crickets calling.

I pocketed my iPhone and hit the gravel rode for short two-mile run. I figured I should keep it short and sweet since I had not been running in quite some time. I have to admit that I did walk up the incline at the half-way point and silently grumbled about not being in shape as I ran down the hill again on my return back to the cabin.

After a quick shower, I joined the festivities underway in the kitchen and helped make the boys some bacon and eggs, and pack lunches for the day.

The cabin is situated in the Black Hills National Forest, a small 1.25 million acre section of the country, and we were prepared to see as much of it as we could during our vacation. Our plan for the day was to take Wildlife Loop Road, Iron Mountain Road and Needles Highway, a 67-mile trip that would cover just about all of Custer State Park. We took a left out of the driveway and spent a few minutes driving on a gravel road through Wind Cave National Park.

We paid the state park entrance fee, drove less than a quarter mile and were promptly rewarded with seeing our first bison. The big guy even moved by us gracefully through the long grasses on his way to somewhere important.

The Wildlife Loop Road is an easy, scenic drive. We saw prairie dogs, burros, white tail deer, mule deer, turkey, and pronghorn. It is a little weird to be driving along and come across groups of burros. They are not native to the Black Hills, as they were released from service years ago by folks using them to climb to the summit of Harney Peak. The kids enjoyed them just the same.

Just like the burros, we came across a rather large herd of bison along the road. They attracted the most attention from tourists. Groups of 15-20 cars were pulled off to the side to take pictures or were stopped in the middle of the road because the bison were standing right in their path. Impressive creatures. I’m glad they were so accommodating so we could see them up close.

The kids had done their research and wanted to fish on our trip. We brought four fishing poles and they were eager to get their lines in the water. The Wildlife Station Visitor Center directed us to the Coolidge General Store for a fishing license and some close ponds to try our luck.

While I was buying my three-day fishing license, Nick convinced Aleta that he would be less scared of rattlesnakes if he had a weapon. He is the proud owner of a thirteen dollar hatchet.

We immediately drove down the road after leaving the Coolidge General Store and arrived at the Fish Hook Picnic Area. It’s a quaint little spot for fishing, where a small dam has produced nice little pond and provides nice shoreline casting for anglers. We parked the Expedition in the shade and Aleta quietly read a book, while we tried our luck. The only problem to the entire plan was that we did not catch anything. No nibbles at all and so, we did not last long at this location.

The Grace Coolidge Walk-In Fishing Area Trail is billed as 2.5 mile one-way trail along mostly level ground with several steep, rocky sections. We would find a half dozen dams on the creek and a bunch of creek crossings “that guarantee hikers will get wet.” The sign was right on the money with its description. We found ourselves walking leisurely along the creek on a mostly shady trail among the ponderosa pines. Every so often we would duck off and cast a line in what we thought were great places to catch trout. None of the dams we stopped at yielded any fish, but I got on the board with a small little brown trout at a seven foot wide section of the creek. We thought it was the first of many, bigger fish. A while later, Zack hooked into two more similar size fish and unfortunately, were returned to the creek unharmed. He was thrilled just the same.

The trail wound its way through the woods and we loved the creek crossings. Sometimes staying dry, sometimes not. Other times, a certain kid (Sam) didn’t even care and just walked right on through taking the most direct route that did not involve walking on rocks or logs. That was probably his favorite part!

We read markers along the way that noted the distance we had traveled and about 3 miles into the trail hike, we decided that we were not going to make it to Center Lake, the source of the creek. On our last fishing stop, there was another dam area and some open areas (provided you avoided the poison ivy) to fish the creek. I went upstream a bit and on my second cast, my Mepps spinner was hit hard by a fish. We briefly battled and when I landed the fish, I had myself a decent size rainbow trout. Much excitement from the boys as they were delighted by the fact that we would have fish for dinner.

We tried for more rainbow trout but no other fish were to be caught. We started on our way back to the truck and another leisurely walk along the trail. We did not encounter any other people along the trail, which made our family fishing adventure even more enjoyable.

We had run out of water and needed to do something about that fish, since we still had some driving around the park to do yet. We went back to the Coolidge General Store, bought a bag of ice and put that rainbow trout on ice. It probably was not the most ideal situation, but we did not want to end our day just yet.

The Iron Mountain Road and the Black Hills National Forest beckoned and we started on our way again. Our Expedition took some twists and turns climbing ever higher. We went through the Scovel Johnson Tunnel, which gave us our first look at the Mount Rushmore National Memorial through the tunnel opening. Pretty cool sight! Upward we went on Iron Mountain and ended up at the Norbeck Overlook where we could again take in Mt. Rushmore and the surrounding views.

The Schulte Family with a quick photo at the Norbeck Overlook.
The Schulte Family with a quick photo at the Norbeck Overlook.

We decided after our family picture that we should call it a day and head back to the cabin. We encountered the “pigtail bridges,” tightly looped wooden bridges and two more single lane tunnels burrowed through the mountain. No truck mirrors were lost during the trip.

I grilled hot dogs, brats, and our rainbow trout in the cool air under a bright, moonlit night. Once again, another awesome day.

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