It was a beautiful 70° morning as we pedaled through the countryside on very gently rolling hills; for once, more down than up.  By the time we pedaled into the one block town of Beulah, we had dropped 1500 feet; our complacency ended abruptly with a steep, albeit short, climb.  We had pedaled 19 miles by 9:00 a.m., a nice pace we would not maintain.  The up/down rolling became more consistent as the beautiful scenery continued.Jerry adopted a friend, Butch Cassidy (BC for short), who enjoyed a couple mile free ride.  Two hours later we rolled through the quiet end of Spearfish, home to Black Hills State University.  Trees lined the road and homes were neatly kept.  Stopped for an early and leisurely lunch before heading into the hills!  The other side of town was much busier being close to the interstate.  We thought for a good laugh, about jumping on the highway and biking into Strugis (only 17 miles away) for the “biker” rally next week, but decided to continue on our course.   Though our road looked flat and sometimes downhill, it was far from it; just getting out of town was a climb that would not stop.  It was slow progress on a busy road, but the scenery was lush and the sky beautiful.  With many stops to catch our breath, it took us two hours to go 13 miles and climb to 4870 feet.  We were ready to fly down and had just gotten up speed when around the corner traffic had come to a stop.  Turns out the town was throwing a parade for our arrival and we were late;  check out Butch Cassidy.It was perfect, the roads were closed to vehicles, so we slid past everyone and enjoyed the parade.Our drop from the top had been so quick, it not until our walk around town before dinner, that we realized how immensely high Every hill around us was……note the steps.  And then, look at the homes on the hills behind the town; we were doomed, tomorrow.  But in the meantime, we were going to enjoy the town.  First stop was a classic cowboy bar, that we ducked into just before the rain came down (“it never rains in July”).   A little further down the road, the sherif was doing his best to prevent the gunfight that was sure to happen.  But the best part of the evening was an amazing pheasant pasta with sundried tomatoes.  It was worth the arduous 49 mile bike to get here; but next time, we will have it delivered.