I hate to say it, but we had our first monster dud today -- Deadwood. Before the trip, Jordan and I had been cheesing out on the Deadwood HBO show, and I was pumped to drink whiskey and play some blackjack. My guidebook called the town "edgy and dynamic." What's not to love?
Yeah, huuuuge letdown. The town is tacky and touristy to the max. Casinos full of octogenarians alternated with bars full of dorky Harley-riding accountants. We saw an equal mix of white shoes and black leather. Don't get me wrong -- I can get into cheesy Americana every once and a while, but this was awful. As Jordan put it, "It felt like when you need to take a crap -- uncomfortable and sort of dirty." According to the parking meter we spent a grand total of 19 minutes in Deadwood, which was about 18 minutes too long.
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| Deadwood = terrible |
We redeemed the day by spending the afternoon in Hill City, which was near our campsite. Much better. Hill City is still touristy, but in a gallery / chocolate shop / winery / cowboy hat sort of way. There's an old train from the 1880s and the Black Hills Institute Museum. We ducked into the Prairie Berry Winery for a tasting. I'm not a huge fan of sweet berry wines so their stuff didn't knock me out, but I liked the Phat Hogg red.
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