Hot-Cold-Middlin' Temps: Sturgis has them all!
107 high, 34 low?
Headed for a week or two in the Black Hills, and you're unsure of what gear to drag along? Take our advice. Pack a set for 107 degrees, and a set for 34 degrees.
"But Jeff", she said.. "It's August, we don't need two changes of stuff."
Oh, what a difference ten years makes. In those ten, we've been pelted with torrential rain, sleet, baseball size hail, and had it so hot, the main street sausage 'n' onions vendors could have turned off the gas and let that pile of food cook in the sun.
2004: We're camped, primitive style (no electricity or water), I'm making coffee at sunrise. It's pretty chilly, but I figure that's from not being used to sleeping in a tent. What looks like falling ash from a distant fire is recognized as snow flakes. Yes, snow. In August. In South Dakota. Four or so years later, we're on main in Sturgis, 2pm, and it's 107. Forget this is your brain on motorcycles ad, you coulda cooked an egg in a drinking fountain.
What have we learned here today? In a week or ten days of enjoying all the Black Hills has to offer, it's likely you will be rained on, sleeted on, get cold enough so that your teeth chatter, and maybe see the temp land somewhere between 100 and 107.
Oh, and Sturgis will be basked in a balmy 100 degrees of sun tomorrow.
Headed for a week or two in the Black Hills, and you're unsure of what gear to drag along? Take our advice. Pack a set for 107 degrees, and a set for 34 degrees.
"But Jeff", she said.. "It's August, we don't need two changes of stuff."
Oh, what a difference ten years makes. In those ten, we've been pelted with torrential rain, sleet, baseball size hail, and had it so hot, the main street sausage 'n' onions vendors could have turned off the gas and let that pile of food cook in the sun.
2004: We're camped, primitive style (no electricity or water), I'm making coffee at sunrise. It's pretty chilly, but I figure that's from not being used to sleeping in a tent. What looks like falling ash from a distant fire is recognized as snow flakes. Yes, snow. In August. In South Dakota. Four or so years later, we're on main in Sturgis, 2pm, and it's 107. Forget this is your brain on motorcycles ad, you coulda cooked an egg in a drinking fountain.
What have we learned here today? In a week or ten days of enjoying all the Black Hills has to offer, it's likely you will be rained on, sleeted on, get cold enough so that your teeth chatter, and maybe see the temp land somewhere between 100 and 107.
Oh, and Sturgis will be basked in a balmy 100 degrees of sun tomorrow.
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