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Needles Highway in Winter

Needles Highway is also known as Highway 87. It is part of the Peter Norbeck Scenic Byway, a 66-mile circle that also includes Iron Mountain Road. When snow become too deep for vehicles, state officials close it until snowplows are able to reopen the route. During such closures, hikers are welcome.

Rich Zacher and his family happily welcomed a foreign exchange student from the Czech Republic last winter, but they struggled to entertain the worldly teen.

“Of all the places we showed her in South Dakota, the thing that she really enjoyed was hiking the Needles Highway in winter,” Zacher says.”That and a rodeo at the Monument.”

The young European has good taste in hikes. More and more people are discovering that the historic, 14-mile Needles Highway (aka Highway 87) takes on a special ambience when experienced afoot in a landscape of white. Perhaps that’s because the steep and winding route — which ranks among America’s crookedest roads — was designed on foot.

“You are not supposed to drive here at 60 miles an hour,” said Peter Norbeck, a visionary leader who founded Custer State Park in 1913 when he was still a state senator.”To do the scenery half justice, people should drive 20 or under; to do it full justice, they should get out and walk.”

Norbeck, despite his portly 240-pound frame, did literally walk the high country as he personally selected the route.”With C.C. Gideon and Scovel Johnson, state engineer, he tramped the trails on foot because horses could not walk over much of the terrain,” wrote author Gilbert Fite in a Norbeck biography, Prairie Statesman.”Working their way through towering granite cliffs and heavy forest, they finally traversed the entire distance of a road which would take tourists through the Needles. The governor’s trousers were badly torn and his legs were scratched.”

Summer traffic makes it difficult to enjoy the Needles Eye Tunnel, but winter hikers like Michael Belmont and his golden retriever, Salvatore, can dawdle in the unusual passageway.

Fite noted that Norbeck and the road engineers had heated arguments.”His desire was to preserve the natural beauty and to build roads where the public could obtain the best artistic view. This contradicted commonly accepted engineering principles, but his policies usually prevailed.”

Fite wrote of a particular day when Norbeck sat on a log, breathing heavily, and asked Johnson whether he could build the road.

“If you can furnish me enough dynamite,” Johnson answered.

Norbeck was then governor. He found both the money and the dynamite, and Needles Highway opened to traffic in 1922. It became a huge success for South Dakota. Up to 1,700 vehicles now pass through on a busy summer day, maneuvering the dips and dives and hairpin turns, and squeezing through narrow tunnels designed for Model A’s rather than today’s big SUVs. Though 1,700 a day may not sound like a huge number, it’s enough to cause congestion — especially at the two tunnels — because, as Norbeck planned, the drivers crawl along at 10 to 20 miles per hour.

Since the highway is difficult to clean after heavy snows and dangerous to drive when the roadway is icy, the northern half has long been closed to car traffic in winter. Zacher, a 29-year veteran of the State Transportation Department (he now serves as Area Engineer for the Black Hills region), says the state kept it open for a winter about 30 years ago as a test.”We did a count to see if there would be any traffic, but the only people who drove it were Custer State Park employees looking for a shortcut from Sylvan Lake to the park headquarters. Except for them, there was zero use.”

Consequently, the state highway department still blocks the road with steel gates on the day before the first forecasted snowfall. That creates a one-day holiday for Black Hills bicyclists.”We get more calls asking when we are going to close it than we get in the spring about when it’s going to reopen,” Zacher notes.”The bikers want to bike the dry pavement before that first snow, without the car traffic.”

Once closed, a 7-mile stretch beginning at Sylvan Lake stays off-limits to cars and trucks until spring.

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We parked by the lake and walked the highway on a January morning. Several inches of snow had fallen overnight. There was one other set of tracks, so we knew we were not the first.

With only a few inches of snow on the pavement, walking was easy. The snow muffled the forest. Soon after passing the winter gate at Sylvan Lake, the only reminders of civilization were road signs, bridges and the tunnels that were blasted with Norbeck’s dynamite.

In summer, the road seems like a busy Main Street carved through a forest. On the frosty, cloudy winter morning we arrived, it was so quiet that you could hear tufts of new snow slipping from the pine branches. A squirrel playing in the banks and a few small birds were the only living creatures to be seen.

You hear no traffic, no livestock and no people — only your own feet loudly crunching in the snow. The silence and the scenery combine for an apocalyptic atmosphere, as if all the world has frozen and you are alone with nature on a good day. Civilization is represented only by the concrete ribbon of highway and yellow road signs that warn of curves and tunnels.

Iron Creek Tunnel, one of two tunnels along the winter hike on the Needles Highway, has an elevation of 5,285 feet, considerably lower than Needles Eye Tunnel, which stands at about 6,000 feet.

The Needles Eye Tunnel is just a mile or so from Sylvan Lake. In July, you wouldn’t dare to walk through the 8-foot tunnel for fear of being hit by a car, but in January you can take all the time and photographs that you desire. You might see bits of red and orange glass along the tunnel’s edges, evidence that a car or truck grazed the granite.

Further along, the jagged and jutting Needles spires inspire your imagination. You discover granite heads, shoulders, fingers, castles and caves. Soon after you pass the Needles Eye Tunnel and the nearby Cathedral Spires formations, the roadway descends nearly a thousand feet as you exit some of the Black Hills’ highest country. Walking is easy. You can either continue another 4 or 5 miles, covering the entire stretch of highway that is closed (if you have a way to return to your vehicle at Sylvan Lake) or you can retrace your steps. We went back to our car.

*****

The next morning, we drove east of Custer into the park on Highway 16 and turned north on Highway 87, which is the southern segment of Needles Highway. That stretch remains open in winter for about 6 miles. Once you reach the winter gate, which is north of the Playhouse Road, you can park and proceed on foot.

Zacher, the DOT engineer, asks that you never block the winter gates with your car.”You never know when an emergency services vehicle may need access, or we may be on our way to open the road and need access.”

The southern hike differs from the northern. Now you are lower in the forest. The pine trees are thicker and you’ll hear the gurgling of running water, though the stream, Iron Creek, is often invisible below ice and snow.

As with the northern route, you arrive at a hole in a mountain — the Iron Creek Tunnel — after less than an hour of walking. The two tunnels are milestones for winter hikers.

Dan Ray, an outdoor enthusiast from Rapid City, says both tunnels can be challenging.”Sometimes you have to break through a drift on one side or another. Sometimes the opening is completely blocked, I’ve heard tell, and that could be a blast to push your way through.”

Ray says some people use cross country skis on the roadway, though drifts and deep snow can make skiing difficult. He says snowshoes are helpful.”Prepare for 3 feet of non-packed snow, and if you are in a group, switch up who’s in front often.”

Ray also advises against blue jeans.”If you sweat or trip and fall in the snow, the jeans will get wet and then freeze. You will be miserable. Wear nylon pants and long johns that are polyester based. In the winter, cotton kills if you get it wet.”

Ray also recommends that hikers carry water, but leave the camelbacks at home.”They do not work well in winter. The water line from the bladder and the mouthpiece will freeze solid if it’s cold. Water bottles work well.”

While thousands of people travel the road on a summer day, park officials say a dozen or less usually do so in winter — partly because many hikers don’t know that the opportunity exists. Michael Belmont and his wife, Amy Hornstra, of St. Anthony, Minnesota, learned about it when they stopped at an art studio in nearby Hill City.”My husband asked the clerk for suggestions, and she told us you can hike Needles Highway.”

Hornstra, a native of Yankton, said the highlight for them was,”having the road to ourselves. The area is gorgeous Ö it was peaceful and beautiful. We have both hiked many parts of the world, and the Needles Highway now ranks near the top of our favorites list.”

She also recommends dressing for winter.”We were very happy that we both had on boots, as there were parts where the snow had drifted and was fairly deep. Other parts of the road were clear.”

In winter, many of the Black Hills’ other popular trails can become treacherous due to buildups of ice and snow. Ironically, the famous Sunday Gulch Trail, which also starts at Sylvan Lake, is closed to hikers in the winter because it is considered so dangerous. That makes the Needles Highway an even nicer find.

Norbeck is now remembered as the father of the highway and Custer State Park. Though he loved the outdoors, he wasn’t a hunter or fisherman. He found joy in the splendor of the natural world, and he would be delighted to know that hikers are following his very footsteps.

We thought of him as we enjoyed his creation. One man or woman can truly make a difference, given enough dynamite.

Editor’s Note: This story is revised from the November/December 2023 issue of South Dakota Magazine. To order a copy or to subscribe, call (800) 456-5117.

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South Dakota’s Sledding Hills

Local youth take to their sleds at Yankton’s Morgen Park. Photo by Bernie Hunhoff.

South Dakota’s reputation for geographic diversity holds true when it comes to snow sledding. Some of our eastern cities are too flat, and the slopes in some of our mountain towns are too rugged, steep and rocky.

In Aberdeen, where the terrain has been described as”flat as a barn door,” city leaders manufactured a 25′ hill so kids could enjoy winter. However, we discovered that most communities have a natural hill that becomes a hot spot when it snows.

Pack your sleds as you travel this winter because there are plenty of hills to explore. Most of the snow hills are unsupervised, so adults should be ready to act if they see something dangerous — a heavy toboggan sled, for example, that could carom out of control and hurt someone, or a motorized vehicle on the slopes. Sledding has long been a favorite winter tradition, even for our flatland friends. Let’s keep it alive.

Here’s our list of city slopes. Tell us what we’re missing. We’d also like to know where to find the closest and richest hot chocolate after a day on the slopes.

ABERDEEN — God created most of South Dakota’s hills and mountains, but man assisted with the modest slope in Baird Park (1715 24th Avenue NE), the most popular sledding spot in the Hub City. City officials created the gentle 25-foot just for kids.

BELLE FOURCHE — Slopes behind the Tri-State Museum (415 5th Avenue) are a favorite, though they may be too fast for younger kids and there is a walking path at the foot of the hill so watch for pedestrians.

CUSTER — Pageant Hill has been touted as one of the finest family sledding spots in the Black Hills. It may be too steep and long for younger kids, but you don’t have to descend from the very top. The hill is the summit of beautiful Big Rock Park, which also includes hiking trails and a disc golf course. It rises above the city’s south side.

HOT SPRINGS — Southern Hills Golf Course (1130 Clubhouse Drive) is fun and scenic.

HURON — Toboggan Hill (6th Street & Lawnridge Avenue), aka Slide Hill, is a bluff above the Jim River valley on Huron’s east side.

LEMMON — The ever-resourceful people of Lemmon discovered years ago that it was less expensive to build a small hill for their new water storage rather than just build a taller tower. Then someone got the great idea or also making it into a sledding slope with a warming shack. Tank Hill is quite easy to spot on the city’s west side. Many years ago, when the water tower developed a leak during a cold spell, kids were able to slide on the ice flow all the way downtown.

PIERRE — The slopes above the soccer fields in Hilger’s Gulch are popular. The gulch is a scenic valley just north of the State Capitol building.

RAPID CITY — Meadowbrook School Hill (3125 W. Flormann Street) is a good spot, as well as the Civic Center hill that rises above the Holiday Inn Rushmore Plaza parking lot downtown.

SIOUX FALLS — Tuthill Park in southeast Sioux Falls is the site of weddings and parties in the summer months, but when the snow falls it becomes the domain of well-bundled children with sleds. Spellerberg Park (2299 W. 22nd Street), closer to the city center, also has a fair slope. Great Bear Ski Valley welcomes snow tubers, who get to ride the ski lifts.

SPEARFISH — Hills behind the Donald E. Young Center on the Black Hills State University campus are fast and fun.

STURGIS — Lions Club Park (off Lazelle Street) is a good place for younger kids, and Strong Field Hill on Ballpark Road is fun for older youth.

WATERTOWN — St. Ann’s Hill, a sledder’s delight, is so named because St. Ann’s was the original name of the nearby Prairie Lakes Hospital. Take Highway 20 to 10th Avenue and turn uphill.

WESSINGTON SPRINGS — It’s worth a drive to experience Ski Hill on the west edge of Wessington Springs. The natural setting in the Wessington Hills is idyllic, but the real attraction is an old, homemade invention with an electric motor that powers a 1,200-foot rope lift. Jokingly called the”Rube Goldberg ski lift,” the simple equipment has been lovingly cared for by handy volunteers, including Lloyd Marken, 85, who helped to build it in 1956.

YANKTON — Morgen Park (1200 Green Street) is the go-to sledding hill in town, however kids also like to slide down the earthen slope of Gavins Point Dam, where it rises above Pierson Ranch Recreation Area west of Yankton.

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A Whale Of A Mountain

Snow whales, sometimes stretching 70 feet or more, offer Black Hills snowboarders unique opportunities for adventure.

South Dakota’s highest mountain peaks are blanketed with 150 inches of snow in an average winter. That’s why Terry Peak and Deer Mountain have become two of the West’s top destinations for snowboarders.

When natural snow doesn’t fall, Terry Peak Ski Area and Mystic Miner Ski Resort on Deer Mountain create their own snow, and that makes conditions even more interesting for snowboarding.

As the machine-snow blows from a nozzle, it creates mounds called whales. Eventually the white whales are smoothed with grooming equipment to create ski runs, moguls, jumps and half-pipes that riders of waxed boards love to maneuver.

Jumps, rails and runs have been developed on Terry Peak and Deer Mountain, but it’s hard to top the whales for sheer fun in the snow.

But if you are fortunate enough to show up as the whales are being created, why wait for the groomer? Sometimes, the snowmakers will look the other way as you ride the whales.

I was at Terry Peak with my camera on a sunny winter afternoon when whales were surfacing on the slopes, and it was great fun for the snowboarders and for me.

“It seemed like it was blizzarding but it was a perfect day with blue skies,” explained Connor Haggerty, a snowboarder from Rapid City.”The whales were fun, it was like a small jump line.” A jump line, for the uninitiated, is a line of jumps for snowboard or ski stunts.

As a photographer, I was also intrigued by the unique light created by the clouds of mist enveloping from the snow machine and then kicked up by the young athletes, flipping and flying about on their colorful boards.

Terry Peak and Mystic Miner reach 7,000 feet, heady heights for snowboarders, and both lodges have developed special jumps, half-pipes, rails and other runs. Despite the Black Hills’ proclivity for snow, it’s quite common for temperatures to reach into the 20s or even the 30s in the afternoon, creating ideal conditions for fun on the slopes.

Black Hills snow-making guns can convert 1,000 gallons of water every minute into snow for skiers and snowboarders.

On the opposite side of the state, Great Bear Ski Resort in Sioux Falls also caters to snowboarders. It is considered a good place for East River residents to learn the basics before heading west to test their skills in the mountains.

Snowboarding is a winter outdoorsman’s version of skateboarding. Its invention is credited to Sherman Poppen, a Michigan engineer who strapped two skis together in 1965 to make a toy for his daughter. The sport gained widespread acceptance in the 1980s and became an Olympic competition in 1998.

Editor’s Note: This story is revised from the January/February 2012 issue of South Dakota Magazine. To order a copy or to subscribe, call (800) 456-5117.

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Winter on Mickelson Trail

John Mitchell shared these photos from a section of the Mickelson Trail near Kirk Trailhead south of Lead. Trains thundered along this north-south route through the heart of the Black Hills for nearly a century. They stopped in 1983 and the abandoned line from Deadwood to Edgemont was converted to a 109-mile recreational trail. The first segment opened in 1991 with the entire route completed in 1998. It’s named after Gov. George S. Mickelson, one of the project’s first supporters. See more of Mitchell’s photos on Facebook and at sodakmoments.com.

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Black Hills Ski for Light

By Rebecca Johnson

This week marks the 35th annual Black Hills Regional Ski for Light (BHSFL). Its parent organization, Ski for Light, Inc., was founded in 1975 to teach cross-country skiing to visually or mobility-impaired adults. The international event is held in a different U.S. location each year, but BHSFL has been held in and around Deadwood since 1978.

Roughly 100 participants from as far as California and Maryland head for the hills the third full week in January.”Last year I counted up to 18 states represented, so it’s not just a regional thing,” says George Lee, president of the BHSFL board of directors.”Participants are split roughly equally between visually impaired and wheelchair bound.” Cross-country skiing is located on Wharf Resources, a mine reclamation area. And the BHSFL has something the international one does not — downhill skiing at Terry Peak Ski Area.

A guide follows along beside visually impaired participants to alert them of sharp turns, hills or trees. And wheelchair bound participants have access to expensive adaptive equipment they may not otherwise be able to afford. Over 200 volunteers make the non-profit event possible, some returning for more than 30 years to help out.”They take off time from their work schedules to come out for a week, so I think that speaks to their commitment,” Lee says.

Evening activities like live music, karaoke, a slot tournament and banquet are centered in historic Deadwood. But Wednesday’s bonfire at the cross-country site will also host a wedding! Jesse Shirek and Sherry DeFrancesco met at BHSFL in 2010. They thought it only fitting to share their wedding vows at the place their relationship began, surrounded by the friends they’ve made.”It’s a first for us,” says Lee.”They’re really excited.”

Also new for 2014 are scholarships for disabled veterans.”This past year we applied and became a chapter for Disabled Sports USA, a national organization based out of Maryland,” Lee says.”We got a grant from them to sponsor wounded warriors. If there are any vets out there that would be interested in attending we can provide the opportunity to participate at no cost.” For more information, contact the organization at (605) 341-3626 or email bhskiforlight@gmail.com.

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Photography in Long Underwear Season


The hustle and bustle of early winter can make it tough to find time to go out and find things to photograph. Cold weather, short days and the plain busyness of the holidays is enough to fill most folks day to the brim. That said, I’ve learned over the last few years to carve out time to seek interesting photos this time of year. Those same holiday festivities that crowd the December calendar can offer numerous fun photo ops and the short daylight means colorful dawns and dusks happen at a more reasonable time. I’m not a morning person whatsoever, but even I can roll out of bed in time to see what the early winter sunrises will bring.

Shooting in bad or extreme weather can also offer wonderful opportunities for unique photography. This December has had some pretty extreme cold already and I hadn’t really been able to take advantage of it until the Monday before Christmas. While on my way to Isabel for the family gathering I decided to go through the Pierre area in order to see if I could see any bald eagles below the Oahe Dam. The temperature was hovering around –15 degrees but thankfully there was very little wind. The water both above and below the dam was not frozen over and much to my delight large steaming clouds of water vapor hung over the water in the frigid air. All the trees and vegetation along the banks of the Oahe Downstream Recreation Area were covered in thick hoarfrost and I couldn’t resist getting out in it with my camera. When frost falls from whatever it clings to and hovers in the air it is called”diamond dust.” I was able to capture a bit of this phenomena, which made wading in the knee-deep snow actually quite fun.

South Dakota boasts some of the best sunset and sunrise scenes in the country any time of the year. Wintertime can provide even more drama to these scenes as snow cover provides an added interest. Lately I’ve been seeking out old barns, schools and country churches to add to my sunset and sunrise shots. Adding structures like these not only anchor the scene with an easy to recognize element but also has the potential to add a layer of feeling or emotion to the photo. After sharing a recent sunrise shot containing a lone prairie windmill, my cousin told me she was reminded of our grandparents’ farm and all the good times shared there.

Seeking out and shooting these types of scenes has an extra benefit — the chance to see and photograph some of South Dakota’s most interesting and hardy wildlife as well. Just this week I accidentally spooked two different great horned owls from old schoolhouses. I also saw nearly every sort of raptor that resides in our state, from hawks to bald eagles. Pheasant and grouse are also usually easily seen in the winter near roadsides as they peck at the gravel to aid in their digestion.

When I was growing up, I used to hate long underwear season. We milked cows and my assigned station was the farthest part of the barn from the Nibco heater. One winter it was so cold, the drain froze in our barn and we didn’t get it totally unfrozen and running free until almost June. Nowadays, I love long underwear. Being able to wade into knee-deep snow to get an interesting shot and not really feel the cold is wonderful. Dressing in layers is a must when venturing out for winter photography. This year I discovered that having a full beard is helpful as well.

If you are someone who enjoys getting out and taking a photo from time to time, don’t discount the winter and harsh weather. You may be surprised with the sheer beauty and wonder that is out there waiting to be captured… just don’t forget to put on the long underwear!

Christian Begeman grew up in Isabel and now lives in Sioux Falls. When he’s not working at Midcontinent Communications he is often on the road photographing our prettiest spots around the state. Follow Begeman on his blog.


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Winternight Blossoms

Near midnight, sleepless, I walk outside into this ghostly world of winter. Above me is the lilac, which has endured more than half a century of winters. Thousands of black branches lie like shadows on the seemingly even plane of the sky. This winter night near midnight the old lilac, bare of leaves, is blooming. The brilliant blossoms shine like stars.

Who is the artist with courage to paint this night? Vincent Van Gogh, who killed himself, would have tried:”I often think that the night is more alive and more richly coloured than the day…” But this winter night is brushed only with strong yet simple starwhite and gray and black.

Watching the stars filter through branches, eerily, I sense that my stare is being met by another pair of eyes. All the while I have looked at the lilac, eyes have watched me. The moonlight colors them an unfamiliar gold. Or does night betray my sight?

The owl flies.

I have read that some cultures believe the owl to be an evil omen. I’m not convinced, but I am uneasy.

I walk on the road toward the colder north. The wind against my face is like the breath of someone dead. Before I reach the narrow bridge, an odd-shaped head on a bony neck appears. I do not recognize the ashen face. I cannot see what expression it wears. I hesitate. Will it greet me “Good night” with a sunken, toothless and lunatic grin? Or with anger at my intrusion?

The apparition is my neighbor’s mailbox.

My footsteps disturb a woman who sings under the bridge. Ghastly and lovely is her song. I try to convince myself that the music is water. I know it is not; the stream is frozen. Why is she, too, outside on this winter night? I recall the owl, the omen of evil.

Her song explodes. Her dress unfurls, rises white-gray-dark above ground, and whirs away on pigeon wings.

By taking this midnight walk, I did not intend to test my heart for strength. On my right a snow-packed trail leads up a hill, seeming to beckon me. I resist following that line of snow on the leeward side of the fence. I turn toward home.

I look again at the tree. I almost wish Van Gogh could visit my home and paint the winter lilac, a shadow of branches blossoming with stars. But, I do not wish aloud. On a night like this, he might come knock-knocking on my door.

Whether to linger outside or go inside — I am like the moon that has never made up its mind how dim or bright to shine. The cold decides.

In another season the quiet lilac will explode with heart-shaped leaves and purple fragrance. But for now, no color is warmer than the light, golden, behind the window of my home.

Editor’s Note: This tale by Dianne Gloe, a Hartford, South Dakota native, originally appeared in the Jan/Feb 1988 issue of South Dakota Magazine. To order a copy or to subscribe, call 1-800-456-5117.

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Media One Funski

The 24th annual Media One Funski was held last weekend at Great Bear Ski Resort in Sioux Falls. The event is closing in on a half million dollars in total fundraising for The Children’s Inn, a domestic abuse shelter for women and children. It began in 1989 as a cross country ski race. Today Funski has expanded to include skiing, snowboarding, team snow tubing, kickball, and snow sculpture.