24 September 2012

Pics From My Car - Deadwood

If I am "from" anywhere after moving around as much as I have, it is in South Dakota.  Even now, after 8 years in Los Angeles and a few more in Seattle, when I go back to Western South Dakota everything is incredibly familiar - the flora, the sky, the way the wind blows and the smell of pine trees.  

My family has pretty deep roots in Deadwood, and The Historian and I met there when he was the historian for the city.  So naturally, when we got married, the whole town came, because he was finally "legit."  Small towns are great like that - his boss (the Mayor) had made dresses for my mom when she was a child, so I guess that made him nobility by marriage?  

The trouble with missing one's "home" is that it is so expensive to go back.  I had to go back once for a family matter, and flew from LA.  We'd been pricing tickets to Chile at around the same time, but the trip to SD trumped South America.  And cost $120 more than a roundtrip flight to Santiago would have been. (Grr!)

The trade off of course is that you can actually see the sky there.  And hear the wind, and drive for ever and not see anything but wildlife.  You can get blessedly lost for a while, and see the thunderstorms coming for over an hour before the first drop of rain falls.  The Pacific Northwest comes close but I still miss a good thunderstorm!

Its a beautiful flat drive to get to Deadwood. Until a blizzard hits and you have to navigate by going from roadside reflector to roadside reflector.

If every Seattle hipster put these on their cars, Greg Nickels might still be Mayor.

The Federal Building + Post Office, dating to 1907.

The Adams Museum. Much of the research for the TV show is due in large part to the efforts of the Museum Director, Mary Kopco. Also, we got married here.  Because I married a Historian, and really, what good South Dakota girl doesn't want mounted animals at her wedding?

Can you imagine what this sign would sell for in Los Angeles? 

The house my mom grew up in, and that I remember vividly as a child. The current owners cut down my grandmothers beautifully tended rhododendrons and I made sure no one ever told her.

The sign reads "Lincoln Avenue Wildlife Preserve Please Don't Feed the Bears." My late uncle made it in his teens - the house's proximity to Mt. Moriah cemetery meant lots of tourist foot traffic.  Someone built a house on the lot, but the City's Building Inspector thoughtfully saved the sign for us .
This is the Homestake Slime Plant processed gold from the Homestake Gold Mine until the 1970s, and was threatened with demolition until it became a public event center and casino. 

The building has since been restored.  Yay for adaptive reuse!

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