No curve was too sharp for them and their bicycle. No puddle was deep enough to stop them. -- Friends by Helme Hein

15 November, 2009

Deadwood Mini-Moon

There aren't many options in central South Dakota for honeymooners. The short list: Badlands National Park, hunting cabins filled with hunters, or the casino in Rosebud. We loaded up the truck and drove to the Black Hills to quaint little Deadwood, home of Wild Bill Hickok and Calamity Jane. What more could a girl want?

James's sister Jenny gave us this Native American wedding vase. It's symbolism is similar to wedding bands, the joining of two lives. Note: it's easier to take turns drinking from opposite sides.

And it was dead. 7:00 a.m. jetlag got the best of us and the streets of Deadwood looked like this. The next day it snowed 15 inches.

After living in Japan, you don't really know what to do with yourself in such space.

We won 10 bucks, called it a good omen to the start of a marriage, got back in the truck and drove back 4 hours to Rosebud.

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