Our first detour was about 15 miles of barren dirt roads south of I-70 to Mushroom Rock State Park.
The smaller shroom (with the "I Love Mom" etching) lent itself to an intense bouldering session that ended in Alex sending to stand on top of the cap (possible First Ascent?). I left most of the skin on my forearms and biceps back at the crux move along with my pride.
We took off back down the dirt roads for the interstate but couldn't quite make it to the safety of the 4-lane without a cop dropping the mighty hammer of justice on us. He was more curious of why the heck we were in these parts than anything and we got off scott-free.
We moved on down the road past signs marketing "world's largest prairie dog," "rattlesnake jewelery," and "6-legged steer." Cheezy but their was not a chance in hell we could pass on such fantasies. The exit revealed that the tourist trap was closed at 8:30PM on a Sunday. Go figure. We snuck a peak in a broken part of the fencing around back to see some prairie dogs, none of which appeared to be the largest in the world as promised.
Bummer, but we pressed onward as the Indians and settlers had done so many years before. We stopped at a Buffalo Bill statue where Alex bouldered a large bronze buffalo. It was awkward.
Afterwards, we traveled to yet another stop 30 miles off the interstate as the sun began to set. We passed thorough herds of thousands of free-ranging cattle that littered the road to Monument Rocks National Monument.
Again it was the something rising out of nothing effect that made these so impressive. The cliffs are made from extremely soft chalk remaining from an ancient sea and were again created by the whipping winds of the plains. The photos speak for themselves.
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