And This Is My Sister . . .

Here she is.

My little sister. Val.

The above smirk is a pretty frequent, or, commonplace look for her. It says so much, without saying a word.

So, while I was home, I wanted to spend some quality time with my sister.

I met her dog, Max.

This is Max:



Isn't he cute?

He and DellDog got along famously, and I think Dell really misses him!

Well, one of the unique things about my Sis is that she lives in Sturgis, SD, home of the infamous Bike Rally. People travel from around the nation to have a week of . . .umm . . .debauchery, er, I mean R & R. :)

I couldn't imagine living there year 'round, but she and her family do, as they run a local business. (I'll show you a picture of my sister's husband in a bit.) As a result, they hang out with quite a few locals.

Here's one. His name is Bob. He and Val and Ryan are pretty great pals, as you can see:

(Now Bob is pretty interesting himself. If you find yourself wearing a Sturgis BikeWeek T-Shirt, Bob is responsible. You can thank him later.)

Anyway, it was during this window of my desire to spend some quality time with my sister that I had occasion to meet Bob, and get a glimpse of my sister's world. I got to see life from her turf. I tagged along, and we had a great time this particular evening. We had so much fun we took pictures!

Now I know that you *think* that this mug says "BudLight" on it . . .and it would make you *think* that there is some alcoholic concoction in it . . .but it's water, I tell ya! Water! I pregnant for pete's sake! :)

So, as the evening progressed, Bob and Ryan decide that what would be best for Angi, the Visiting Relative, is a trip to Deadwood, SD, at midnight, so that she can take in the sights.

I agreed on one condition: I do the driving!

Off we went, traversing the winding road in the middle of the night in the middle of the Black Hills, in Sturgis, SD, to Deadwood, SD, where legends and folklore abound..

I saw some pretty interesting things. Here's one:

Yep. It's true. I saw the inside of the saloon where Wild Bill met his fate. It was a bit eerie. Some wierd picture on the wall had a woman in it who kept following you with her eyes . . .{{shiver}}

But the clencher that evening was the rather unruly guy who really, really wanted to get into a fight with anyone who would take him on.

Of course, my sister's husband, being a pillar of the community simply could not have any rable-rousing on his watch. He befriended the guy . . .See?

(That's Ry, on the right)

So, as soon as the Unruly One settled down, we high-tailed it back to the car, where I once again to the wheel, and brought us Home Again, Home Again, Safe and Sound.

Ah. Quality time with my sister. What an experience! :)