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When I first saw the Black Hills on January 2, 1995, I was shocked by their beauty. We had just spent New Year’s Day  in  Sioux  Falls, South Dakota, and  had headed west toward our home in Denver, Colorado. As we traveled along Interstate 90, I could see the Black Hills rising slightly in the distance. After driving through the Badlands and stopping at Wall Drug in Wall, South Dakota, the evergreen-covered hills broke the barren monotony of the landscape. My oldest daughter said, “Dad, look! There’s something that’s not all white.” We saw Mount Rushmore and Custer State Park, the home of the largest herd of buffalo in North  America. We  also drove the treacherous Spearfish Canyon Road. Fortunately, our Jeep Cherokee  had  no  trouble  with the ice and snow  on the winding road. We were unable to see Needles National Park because the Needles Highway  was snowed shut. Winter may not be the best time to see these sights, but we enjoyed them nonetheless.