Catching Sunset

(Adventure Out West Series, September 2010)

We rush to beat the sunset today. I hear Fifi coughing as she tries to catch her breath. We’re walking really fast, close to running almost. We only have three and a half hours to finish a seven-mile hike up Harney Peak before the sky turns dark. So the hike that normally takes about four and a half to five hours, if done leisurely, gets accelerated. The trail we pick starts from the beautiful Sylvan Lake and through the woods, up the rocky ground, and ends at Harney Peak. Soft wind and sunlight support our hurried steps. We notice glitters on the trail coming from Black Hills’ mineral-filled ground, they look like bits of granite that sparkle with sunlight. From a distance we see the peak with a tower on it. It looks so far away, across the pine valley and hills.

Earlier this afternoon, we arrived at our second hiking destination at Custer State Park in Black Hills National Park, South Dakota. After a short hike at Badlands National Park we drove  through Mount Rushmore and the Needles Highway and set up camp at Custer State Park. We still have our long hike at Grand Teton and a camping trip at Yellowstone. Ambitious? Very much so. I feel like we were trying to squeeze in every natural beauty we can take during this short adventure out west.

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The trail gets steep and narrow closer to the peak. Friendly fellow hikers say hello as we pass by, telling us that we are not too far away and that it is all worth the hike when we get to the top. Finally we see the stony structure with stairs going up to the tower on top of the peak. The air feels cooler as we climb up the tower. We get to be on the highest peak east of the Rocky Mountain, at 7242 feet elevation, with a view of Black Hills and beyond. A land of stony hills with sharp peaks and pine trees stretch as far as the eyes can see. Some of the tree tops look dry and yield this brown and red color that match well with the beige tone of the hills. Other trees cover the rest of the area with its green leaves. The sunlight peaks through a batch of white clouds casting a shadow on some hills while other part bask in the bright light. The sky seems to be bigger out here.

The sun starts to set as we descend back to the trail head.  We’re walking much faster trying to get out of the woods before dark. I see the sky turns pink and then dark red about halfway through the hike.  Afterward the sunset catches up with us and wins the race. We see the ground sparkles once again as our flashlights illuminate our way out of Black Hill’s wilderness.

Photos property of Traveling Chili Pepper

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In the Middle of the River

The river flowed steadily that warm afternoon. The water had the color of a thick hot chocolate, sans the aroma, due to rain the night before. The sun was beating down pretty hard but we had the tall lush trees along the edges of the river as our umbrellas. A couple of turtles hung out on a tree trunk that looked like it had fallen into the water a while ago. Seven ducks swam closely together while checking their surrounding. A friend kept saying, “Watch out for the branches, watch out for the branches!” as Jeff deliberately (and many times) stirred the canoe towards the low-hanging tree branches along the river. I did not hear anything else other than our laughter.

One of my friends was moving to the east coast for a new job this spring. My friends and I asked what he wanted to do to celebrate his accomplishments and he said, “Canoeing on the Grand River.” Hmmm…okay. I had never done canoeing before or imagined to be able to do it on the Grand River. But this summer, my theme is all about keeping an open mind and trying new things. So that Saturday eight friends drove to the Grand Fish, a canoe and kayak rental by one of the river’s access points in Lansing.

We rented two canoes and two kayaks. The owners of the Grand Fish recommended for us to go upstream to the river branch and take a left to the Red Cedar River, towards Potter Park Zoo. “Just paddle for about 10 minutes upstream, then after you get to the Red Cedar, it will be easy.” said one of the owners. Well, what was supposed to be a 10-minute paddling turned into 20 due to the strong current. After trying hard to race each other, we regrouped in the middle of the river, chatting, laughing, and being silly. It felt just like college days.

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