Custer State Park, South Dakota

Serendipity danced around us the day we drove into South Dakota. Not only was the state beautiful in her autumn colors, it was warm, with clear skies and fresh air. We arrived in the Black Hills National Forest, driving along almost deserted roads. On a suggestion from a rest area tourism station we went to Custer State Park where we might see some buffalo. What we didn't know was that the roundup was over, all the volunteers for the roundup had left, and that the buffalo were now in corrals settling down.