We spent last week in the Black Hills with the Smith family, and we traveled there via Highway 2 in Nebraska (thanks to Gramma Great’s recommendation). It was a long drive, but we saw dozens of trains—Owen at least was completely entertained—and the scenery was unbelievably gorgeous.
I’ve never been to the panhandle, and I was most excited to see Chimney Rock. We approached it from the north, which I think made it a bit less impressive than those who saw it as they journeyed east on the Oregon Trail. As we got closer, it’s stature was more apparent.
While I was ready to head to South Dakota after a quick photo, Bryan insisted we go further to the east to see Jailhouse and Courthouse Rocks. I’m so glad we did—they were astonishing in size (and they seemed to appear on the prairie almost out of nowhere). Despite only having flip-flops for footwear that day, we did our best to climb high.
