Upon leaving Deadwood, and on recommendation from good friends, we searched out the Spearfish Canyon Highway. Sure it was paved, but it did not let us down. The road carved, weaved, and bobbed through he canyon following the river like a twin. Well worth the slight detour.
From there, we continued north to my Wife's #1 bucket list location of all time, The Devils Tower. As we were driving over the windy plains roads, I knew we were getting close and told my Wife to keep and eye out...figuring the monolith would reveal itself around the next bend or over the next hill. Then all of a sudden, there it was. I think we were slightly stunned, it was hard to process at first. Again, something we had seen pictures of, and in the movie for most of our lives, and now here it was....and it really was "there". We secured a camp spot at the KOA and we were able to camp in the shadow of The Devils Tower. It was in this campground we learned that having a $1500 tent bolted to the roof of your rig earned you more query, looks, comments, and questions, than the folks driving the $250000 Prevost RV 3 spots down from us. We had more than one group of people ask if they could climb the ladder to our mobile tree fort and take a gander inside. Upon reflection many months later, our visit to The Devils Tower it is still probably the single more outstanding experience of our 2 and a half weeks on the road and in the dirt.