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Monthly Newsletter - Austin-Healey Association of Southern California

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Travels Travels in in our our Blue Blue <strong>Healey</strong> <strong>Healey</strong> - Day Day 14 14 Cont.<br />

Cont.<br />

8th 8th trip trip - Summer Summer 2006 2006 Destination Destination - Nelson, Nelson, British British British Columbia<br />

Columbia<br />

ay ay 14, 14, 14, continued continued - are touring too, waving, extending<br />

thumbs in appreciation <strong>of</strong> BLU HLY. Hair pin<br />

turns slow us down to 5 mph. We wave at a new Porsche<br />

passing us. He pulls over waiting around the bend<br />

to photograph us. They’re on their way to a Pennsylvania<br />

Porsche meet. At 9:15 a light rain starts. This well<br />

maintained narrow road prohibits trucks or buses because<br />

the tunnels can’t accommodate them. We climb<br />

the rolling hills with scattered pines, grazing deer.<br />

Ahead perhaps a dozen wild burros gather around tourists,<br />

cars, motorcycles and us. Too close for my comfort,<br />

we move along. Two mares nurse their foals. At 10:40<br />

we take a pit stop, turn briefly onto 16A then enter Custer<br />

State Park. Light rain continues, 69°. The 18 miles<br />

<strong>of</strong> Wildlife Loop Rd. take us through open grasslands.<br />

It’s exciting to see so many freely roaming bison. We<br />

get out and take some photos. Next Iron Mountain Rd.<br />

winds it’s way through tight curves, pigtail bridges and<br />

more Needle narrow tunnels carefully blasted to frame<br />

the approach to Four Faces. We leave Black Hills National<br />

Forest and encounter a massive concrete parking<br />

garage to accommodate the hoards <strong>of</strong> tourists at Mt.<br />

Rushmore. I expected to be in awe <strong>of</strong> this famous memorial.<br />

Instead it seems presumptuous to select a<br />

mountain to sculpture rather than erecting statues. We<br />

can’t improve upon nature’s splendor. The approach to<br />

the viewing site is grandiose with overhead arches and<br />

flags. Having completed the sightseeing loop we take<br />

385 S pulling in to see Crazy Horse which we’ve heard<br />

so much about in television presentations. We don’t<br />

even get out <strong>of</strong> the car, again feeling bewildered that<br />

some think dynamiting a mountain to duplicate an image<br />

is an honor this proud man would have welcomed.<br />

On with the trip, just a 100 miles to Chadron. We get to<br />

Pringle by 1:15 and when in Hot Springs stop at a Subway<br />

for tuna subs. Hot Springs is a quaint old town with<br />

red sandstone buildings on North River Rd. We peel <strong>of</strong>f<br />

our sweatshirts continuing in our solar whites, 76°. It’s<br />

been a comfortable relaxing day, white puffy clouds<br />

float in the deep blue sky. Black eyed Susan’s bloom on<br />

the prairie’s flat open ranges. “Home, home on the<br />

range where the deer and the antelope play.…” We enter<br />

Nebraska at 2:45, 82°. Cattle graze. The roads are<br />

reddish. We reach the Chadron Best Western at 3:20,<br />

184 miles today, road time 6 ½ hours. Ro<strong>of</strong>ers are<br />

completing their work above. Immediately we head for<br />

the Museum <strong>of</strong> the Fur Trade. I read about this special<br />

museum in a book about the history <strong>of</strong> the prairie. We<br />

have just enough time to see the exhibits before the 5<br />

p.m. closing. It is excellent, worthy <strong>of</strong> ending this day<br />

with. We’re tired and hungry now. We fill the tank at a<br />

Sinclair station. A man in a truck saw us driving<br />

through town and has followed us here so he can ask<br />

what kind <strong>of</strong> car we’re in. He never heard <strong>of</strong> <strong>Healey</strong>s,<br />

<strong>Healey</strong> Motor News<br />

By, By, Charlie Charlie Charlie & & Carol Carol Hart Hart<br />

Hart<br />

saying “She’s a beauty.” We dine at Country Kitchen a nearly<br />

full large dining room with good food. Our room has a small<br />

kitchenette, but the fridge is broken. The desk clerk <strong>of</strong>fers to<br />

chill our water bottles elsewhere, and we’ll pick them up<br />

when checking out tomorrow. Charlie talks with another traveler,<br />

a realtor, hunter and fisherman who recommends a<br />

Fish House in Denver for lunch tomorrow saying they have<br />

all selections cooked to perfection. The skies have darkened,<br />

lightning flashes, thunder booms. We check our car<br />

again. The cockpit cover is tied down against the winds. Suddenly<br />

the skies open and it’s a cloudburst. The air smells <strong>of</strong><br />

ozone. We enjoy watching the downpour from under the entrance<br />

overhang. This has been a great day and we both fall<br />

asleep smiling.<br />

My My My side side mirror<br />

mirror<br />

Mt. Mt. Rushmore Rushmore Rushmore 8/1/2006<br />

8/1/2006<br />

Photos Submitted By Charlie Hart<br />

Crazy Crazy Horse Horse<br />

Bordeaux Trading Trading Post

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