My lands are where my dead lie buried.
The last leg of our trip to the Black Hills was a visit to the Crazy Horse Memorial. I had not been here in several years, and my last visit lasted only about 90 minutes (most of which was spent in the gift shop with a 9-year old). I had vague memories about the size of the memorial or what there was to do there.
As has become customary on this trip, our visit to this memorial did not disappoint. There are many exhibits, live performances, Native American artisans selling their crafts, and displays explaining the technical specs of creating such a large sculpture. We enjoyed this memorial so much, we cancelled out other plans and spent the rest of the day there. I think we all learned a lot, gained new appreciation for Native American culture, and look forward to seeing progress on the massive sculpture in the future.
You can see our photos in our online web album.