What day is it? It is der Mittwoch (Wednesday)
Guten tag, Wie geht’s (Hello, how are you?)
I am practicing my German because when I pulled up to the parking lot these two bikes were there first. I studied the tags for a bit and finally recognized them as German.
In the morning it was easy to spot them taking in the free continental breakfast at the motel since they were the only two bikers there. I asked if they owned the motorcycles with the German tags and they said ” Ya” I saidÂ good morning in my best German, they gave me a second take and I thought, crap I must of messed that up. They started speaking German back and while I caught parts of it, I couldn’t keep up and had to give in and admit I did not understand. I asked their names a couple of times and never could get it right so I will just call them Hans and Heidi until they email me later and I can see their names in writing. Hans is a good looking dude with long grey ponytail, turquoise feather earrings and a really weathered vest with lots of American patches. Heidi was a great looking lady who had a terrific smile and they both had a great laugh that made you want to laugh with them. They had shipped their bikes to Denver and had been in Yellowstone the same time I was. They were headed back to Denver today to meet another friend who was landing tonight at 8pm and then they were headed to Sturgis. They had been to the US many times on bike trips but Hans said this was last time they would ship their bikes because it was gettingexpensive and the government was making it hard to do all the time so next year they will just rent. They had ridden all over the states on past trips but acted like they had never been to Sturgis during bike week. I gathered that by the questions they were asking, but could have been my bad understanding. I did impress Heidi with my directions giving the highway numbers in German. Hans promised to email me when they get back to Germany in 3 weeks and I wrote him directions to this blog. Will be fun if I see them again in Sturgis later.
The road took me east and north not really sure where I was headed for sure so I looked to the skies for a little clarity.
Someone was sending smoke signals that said “go this way”
The Eagle confirmed the way
Where is it they are taking me?
Ah ha! Devils Tower! If you have ever seen David Mann’s painting called “Ghost Rider’ the above picture was suppose to be a spin off of it or at least my version with thermos shining! Thanks to the nice looking lady who used my camera and had great patience whoever you are? I also had her take a video but haven’t figured out how to embed into the blog yet.
There are many legends, folklore, and scientific reasons for how Devils Tower came to be but I subscribe to the following true story of how it really happened.
Many, many years ago when there were still many buffalo and no metal rails with cross ties and Custer was still a sparkle in his momma’s eye, two young Sioux children were playing in the meadow. Out of the woods came three big bears and they surrounded the children. The medicine man heard the children screaming and he went running to their aide only to realize three bears was getting closer to the children and he would not get there in time to fight them so he stopped looked up to the sky, started dancing and shaking sticks to the sky when the ground under the children started rising and rising and rising taking them to safety high in the sky. The three bears still attempted to claw at the ground as it rose creating the long claw marks you see in the above picture. They say the children are still up there playing and the medicine man turned into a hawk who now circles the tower protecting them.
Rolling East!!!! Cole
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