A photo story
A lake and a trail in the Black Hills
I was out on a morning hike in the Black Hills of South Dakota in July 2026, and I stopped where the pines opened up over a lake. The water was a soft green with little ripples running across it, and a grassy hill with scattered pines rose on the far side. It was a little after 9 in the morning, around 72 and mostly sunny, with a light breeze.
A little farther along, the dirt trail headed straight toward a tall granite cliff standing above the trees, with green brush crowding both sides. There was one other hiker way up ahead of me.

Day after: Crazy Horse Memorial




