Rapid City via Spearfish Canyon

The Black Hills are beautiful...

I hadn't seen them in 10 years. Barb -- My Salt Lake City-Based Guide to Northeast Wyoming (TM) -- told me to check them out during the autumn.

A moving target, it always is, to catch the leaves in perfect, blazing colors. Last year, the Rapid City Journal and Denver Post recommended visiting in mid-September. This year, some friends who are from Rapid said to visit in October.

I was busy until last weekend -- which might have been a little too late in the season.

But determined I was, I told G it was time: Time to go to Target in Rapid.

(But also time to see the leaves.)

It was a rainy and overcast Sunday. The fog covered the peaks, which for G. and I are more like hills compared to the Front Range and Wasatch.

I should have taken a picture of Target. Oh well, maybe next time.

(I scored a cute black-with-white-chevrons sweater by Missoni for Target and a pink T-shirt with a vintage cowgirl that says, "This ain't my first rodeo.")

Such a shame that I didn't get a picture of Deadwood, a pretty hamlet in the Black Hills that used to be a base for outlaws and now is a base of legalized gambling.

Rapid is about 136 miles from Gillette, straight on I-90 heading east.

Spearfish Canyon is kind of a scenic route, a roundabout way to Rapid. The canyon isn't very hilly. Rather easy on the car.

The houses were quite humble on the Spearfish side of the canyon. We knew we were close to Rapid when the houses became McMansions.

I have some pictures of us in the canyon. But I can't get both of our faces in without someone's head being partially hacked off.

I'm not good at blogging, apparently.