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Voices From The Underground

by James Bowers

PROLOGUE

I am sitting in my chair in the cabin built by my own hands, looking out at the stream flowing through my property, with my feet elevated, piles of newspapers and my dog at my side. It is not that I am lazy. I’m retired, and retirement means not doing whatever I do not care to do, not talking with people I do not find interesting, not being anything other than what I want to be. It is the ultimate in freedom, just to be myself: no more games to play, no role to tell me how I ought to act, only silence and intuition. But that also involves getting to know who I really am. Memories from the past float to the surface, long-forgotten, painful, surprising. I am changing in unexpected ways: death and rebirth in my late sixties, as if one can start over again at that age. I am becoming more reclusive, more observant, delighted by the vast panorama of inward experience.

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We Quote

"Pass the chocolate."

Sundance, WY

The town of Sundance was named for nearby Sundance Mountain where the Lakota and their allies held a religious ceremony each summer. Festivities lasted several weeks and centered around a four-day period in which young men fasted, prayed, blew whistles made of eagle bones, waited for visions, and danced around a ceremonial altar pole adorned with an eagle nest and a buffalo skull. The sun dance was an important communal and religious event, and forms of it are still practiced by some Plains Indian groups.
 

Nestled in the western part of the Black Hills, Sundance was established in 1879. Population in 2000 was 1161. Primarily an agricultural community, the population is increasing due to the mineral boom in nearby Campbell County. Its scenic beauty, low taxes, schools and hospital make this a sought-after area in which to live.


Sundance is also the town where Harry Longabaugh received his outlaw title of the Sundance Kid. He was convicted of horse theft and served out his term in the local county jail, since the state penitentiary was full. The county museum has some interesting memorabilia highlighting the celebrated outlaw's career.

About the Black Hills and Bear Lodge Mountains

The Black Hills form a unique landmass, sometimes called a “forested island in a grassland seas.” Viewed from the plains, the Hills appear black because of their heavy covering of ponderosa pine. An eagle-eye view of western South Dakota and northeastern WyoDevils Tower - Photo credit---Wyoming Travel and Tourismming shows a teardrop-shaped “island in the plains,” well separated from the Rocky Mountains to the west. The Bear Lodge Mountains occupy the northwest third of the teardrop, and at their northwestern edge rises Devils Tower—Mato Tipila, or Bear Lodge.

Ancient uplift formed this geologic dome of crystalline granites and basalts, and subsequent erosion around its central core exposed rings of sandstones, shales, limestones and conglomerates. Caves lace the ground beneath the Hills---passageways for spirits and stories, creation myths and sacred chants. Here too is gold.

Geologically distinctive, the Black Hills embrace a unique biological diversity. They gather bits of eastern deciduous forests like the bur oak; ponderosa pine from the west; birches from the boreal forests of Canada; yuccas from the southwest; the many grasses of the surrounding prairie; as well as ancient native ferns, mosses, and orchids.

Like the plants drawn to these hills, so have the animals left their footprints in the varied habitats--- mule deer and whitetails, pronghorns, coyotes, bobcats and mountain lions, beavers and otters, blue herons, eagles and crows, Canada geese. And the buffalo---bone and flesh, sinew and spirit of Indian culture.

Waves of human immigration brought first the tribes of the Great Plains, then explorers, hunters, gold seekers and miners, and settlers with their horses, cattle, and sheep. All pressed footprints deep into the dust, overlaid until only poetry can pattern their passing and catch wingprints on the wind. So too do we leave our prints on the landscape of the Hills. 


 Black Hills of Wyoming