2008_08_05

It was sad to have to leave, but the time had come. Before heading out of Custer, Susan and I walked downtown to take pictures of the Buffalos that were placed at almost every intersection in Custer. We didn't get them all, and from what I understand, each told a story. We didn't have time to discover the full story -maybe on a return trip we will do that. We headed south out of the Black Hills and into Wyoming again, through Cheyenne and getting to our hotel just in time before the sky openned up and it started to rain. We met up with one of Bob's old friends from his Navy days and had a great dinner at a local Fort Collins resturant called the Rio Grande.
Tomorrow - the Rocky Mountains National Park.