Reluctantly, we packed up our gear and left the beautiful creekside. On the road again, headed for Devil's Tower, the home of the cute prairie dogs. Aside from the biggers and I getting out to walk up to the base of Devil's Tower, this day was pretty uneventful. Harold was feeling a little off his feeds. I sort of threatened him that he better not get us too far from a hospital, or at least tell me where one was so if something happened to him I could get us there. Thankfully, he was just having an off day. He was fine by the next morning.
Something I didn't realize about Devil's Tower was that it is considered a sacred spiritual site by Native Americans. There are all these prayer cloths and prayer "bundles" tied to the tree branches all over the area surrounding the tower. William found a piece of cloth (actually it was leather) in his pocket and stuffed it into a hole in a tree. I wonder if that was sacreligious?
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I am loving reading about all your adventures! And I absolutely agree that it is more fun visiting these wonders of God WITH your children!
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