Superman vs. Blacktop

While in Ft. Pierre over the weekend for the mother's birthday, my nephew and I climbed Blacktop, one of the shale hills ringing the town, named for the rocky black stones you see in the photo. A geological marker still stands there, barely. This hill, which stands just south of the house where my family lived, was the center of much of our outdoor activity--a place for sledding, go-karting, riding motorcycles, hunting snakes, telling ghost stories, etc., and it's still an attraction. The Bad River twists through the tree-lined cut in the distance, on its way to the Missouri River, where Lewis and Clark met the Teton Sioux.
My nephew enjoyed the steady breeze, which gave a dramatic lift to his Superman cape.