There is certainly plenty to see and do in this area, I doubt that we will cover it all in the week which we have to spend here. It helped a little bit that we entered the mountain time at the beginning of this week- John is getting up now just a little bit earlier and we are getting out the door before the day is half gone! Yesterday we drove into the Black Hills National Forest. To the Lakota Sioux and Cheyenne this land was holy- a sacred place of solitude and prayer. The Lakota name Paha Sapa (Black Mountains) is easy to understand; from a distance the hills look quite dark because of the thick spruce and ponderosa pines which blanket the land. We first entered Custer State Park and skirted an edge of it along the Needles Highway.