Tuesday 1st August 2017
It's the middle of summer and I'm working on another book in my Breaking Camp Series. This time the Trasks are visiting the Black Hills of South Dakota. I've been through this area three times. The first time was when my family visited on a camping trip- we set up our Coleman Apache pop-up camper right on the shores of stunning Sylvan Lake. This was an exciting trip—we'd only been in the campground for maybe half an hour when my sister, standing too close to a fisherman, wound up with a fish hook right through her nose (The tiny scar is still there.) My parents left us four at the camp (me, age 14, twin brothers, 12, and younger brother, 10 (twin of my sister) and drove back down the Needles Highway in the pitch dark to an emergency room in Custer to remove the hook. Ouch! Overall, we had a great, exciting time on our vacation! And I'm having a grand time re-living aspects of that and two other trips through the Black Hills as I weave my mystery. The Black Hills, and the Badlands are a stunning part of America- a little oasis of hills, rocks, and wildlife in the American prairie.