I’d never heard of Pipestone National Monument but when Kathleen told us about it, it became an imperative.
She chose a route which took us well north of the interstate so we could appreciate the state’s vast, open countryside. Kath likes roadtrips. If I lived in the US so would I! You can just drive. It’s not all traffic congestion like here in the UK.
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I heartily recommend the Tomato and Basil Soup– Perkins– good places to eat.
Pipestone Quarry is an ancient Indian site, geologically and anthropologically unique. I cannot do it justice on a blog entry but I would encourage you to take a look at the History of Pipestone and if you are ever in the vicinity — we were 200 miles away 🙂 — it’s worth the trip because whether you like myths, history, geology, traditional crafts, smoking a pipe, peace or just the sheer magic of a beautiful place, this is surely it!
It’s got to do with a Great Flood and Blood, the sacred colour red, fire and stone, smoke rising like a prayer and pipe weed — Sumac, Wild tobacco, tree bark and prairie grasses — a potency of potential — P E A C E
The trail is under a mile taking prairie views, falls and the quarry face itself which offers some unique features.
Did I ever tell you how I love silently communing with nature? Two other people were just too much for me so I told them to go away, sat down and contemplated a very special face of rock which I will not share here. There was a real sense of spending a unique moment in time with a rockface something that seemed timeless. Then a moment of clarity which I willpass on.
I was here before you.
I will perhaps be here after you.
Only now are we together and unchanged.
It’s a memory I will treasure — me and Pipestone.
The visitor’s Centre is interesting, film, pipe and jewelry making demonstrations, lots to read and of course a gift shop. This was one gift I just had to give Noel — a real handmade native Pipestone pipe.
If you go there. respect the nature of the place. Native Americans still come here to quarry stone today — trying to locate that foot deep seam of sacred stone. Take nothing but photos. Leave nothing but footprints.
Then the onward journey — 38 more miles to the town of Sioux Falls — crashing and a welcome swim — at The Hilton Garden Inn small pool but I recommend it.
Next: Sioux Falls and Blue Mounds