When I think of a perfect evening in the Black Hills, I think of the evening I spent with the Johnson family overlooking Pactola, just west of Rapid City. We spent an hour and a half playing, snuggling, and enjoying each other’s company.
When I think of a perfect evening in the Black Hills, I think of the evening I spent with the Johnson family overlooking Pactola, just west of Rapid City. We spent an hour and a half playing, snuggling, and enjoying each other’s company.
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