Its been a few years since I’ve made the pilgrimage across the flats of Minnesota and South Dakota to the Black Hills promise land and the undercover sleepy “mountain town” of Spearfish. Less mountain town and more a canyon town, Spearfish will always hold a special place in my heart. I spent a good five years driving a day, racing a day, and driving back a day to race bicycles, drink beer, and immerse myself in what feels like some of the most authentic bicycle culture in the country. This place is so special we have friends that are testing it out right now for possible plans of relocation. This has allowed them an even deeper connection to the community and its many recreational opportunities which were then shared with our group making for an even better experience. I HEART SPEARFISH.