We had never been to Devil’s Tower, as many times as we have been to Wyoming. On our journey through Yellowstone, we had seen a lot of motorcycles, and we continued to see motorcycles on this road, too. I told Doug that I was getting tired of all these motocycles. Around the next turn, I saw that the viewing area for our first good picture of Devil’s Tower held so many motorcycles it was difficult to find a place to park. Our first picture of Devil’s Tower has motocycles in it. Boy! When we got to the entrance, there were hundreds and hundreds of motocycles parked at the store and restaurant there. Come to find out, this was an event connected with the Sturgis meeting of motocycles.  When we got to the Visitor”s center close to the foot of Devil’s Tower, there were hundreds more. We in cars had to go off to another parking area. People were selling water and had set up a misting station. (It is hotter there than in Laramie–lower elevation.) The Tower itself is amazing. There were a few climbers on the face of the Tower; I wouldn’t want to try that. In fact we didn’t want to walk the trail to the top.

When we got back to Mandy’s, our son-in-law, Mark, said that his parents had climbed the Tower. His mother was the first or second woman to do that. They were in a climbing club in college; that’s where they met. Cool!

We leave here tomorrow to go back to Huntsville. We are not looking forward to getting back to the heat.