Some of our family may be wondering what we are still doing in the Black Hills when we need to be at Heather's wedding by Saturday. Well, for one thing I am a day behind in my postings, and secondly we did leave for Fort Collins, Colorado today and are currently residing in Wyoming. As we drove into Cheyenne, on Interstate 25 we passed by two pronghorn grazing close to the highway. I was so tempted to have John stop our rig and try to get them to go over the fence and back to wherever they came from, but common sense stopped me. Surely the local people know how to deal with that situation! I did question the owner of the rv park where we stopped for the night about the antelope. He asserted that for some reason there are not all that many accidents with the pronghorn. He also said, with a grin, that they are known around here as "speed goats". They are more goat than antelope, and belong to that family. Also, according to him, they do not have the muscles to go over fences, but under them. Well, I did promise to write about Deadwood, once known as Deadwood Gulch by the early miners. They noticed many dead trees around their camps and so named it Deadwood. The town is totally surrounded by the Black Hills, quite a beautiful setting, and does not deserve its name! The second building in the picture below is the old courthouse.