Day 46

We Bison gaze until our eyes get shot with blood.
I figure the misquitoes ain't awake, so let the climbing be resumed!!!!

We set up a few routes (traditional style) in an abandoned quarry. Meaning there are no bolts in the wall. we make our own...sketchyyyyy.

We run real hard till the Minnesotan sun & westward gravity become too much.

We make it to the South Dakota's black hills by night-fall. Sylvan lake area to be specific.

Place is packed. So are the campsites. All the spots have reserved signs posted.
We debate the consequences & decide we don't care. It is 10 pm. Who is showing up to camp this late?

The question was answered moments later as a caravan of Dodge super-vans drove round the corner. Oh great we're going to be kicked out again. Giggly tween-agers pour out. This is going to be akward. Shane ditches me to shower. Great. Akwardness is fully mine.

Fortunately there is no confrontation. Sleep ensues.