Black Hills National Forest wasn’t a destination. It just happens to encompass numerous places that I wanted to visit (e.g., Mount Rushmore National Monument, Crazy Horse Memorial, and the city of Deadwood). That being said, while Badlands National Park looked magical, the Black Hills felt magical. Maybe it was something contrived from numerous stories heard and books read. Whatever the reason, my hours long drive through Rushmore, Crazy Horse, and up the length of the forest to Deadwood was in every respect enjoyable, even though it was overcast the entire time.