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emotionally the same. It always broke my heart! His interests were multi-faceted ranging from beautiful art, to photography, travel, different architecture, ethnic cultures, and of course the always popular gorgeous women. He always posted sensuous photos of beautiful, slender, well-built women from all nationalities. I would occasionally feel a pang of jealousy because I knew I would never be able to compete with those beautiful women. Then I would chastise myself for even caring because we would never meet. How silly was I being? We did have one interest in common, however, our love of wolves! I was passionate about wolves! My dream had always been to be able to pet and play with one but so far it was only a dream.
     
    Ryan and I had never spoken in private chat and I was glad that he had never insisted on it. I knew so many women who had their heart broken sexting in private chats to be dumped later on by the men. Teasing out in the open was great for me so no emotional ties were able to be formed. Flirtations were one thing but online relationships were dangerous and not my desire.
     
    The next day I decided I needed a long weekend away from home, only I had no idea where I could go. It had to be out-of-state to get away from family. In fact, I needed to be away from anyone I knew. Doug and I had always planned to go visit the Black Hills to see Mount Rushmore and then head over to Sturgis. Of course, that was much more than a weekend trip. “Could I take that much time away from home?” I asked myself. “Hell yeah, I am my own person!” It would be the perfect trip for me. No one would know me. No one would be smothering me. I was going to do it!
     

 
    C hapter Five
     
    I made reservations at a group of cabins near Mount Rushmore. Since Sturgis was a bit on the wild side, I decided to spend my entire time at the cabins figuring it wouldn’t be a place to visit by myself. Another trip maybe . Opposition abounded from my kids but I tuned them out and continued to make plans. I was more excited than I had been in a long time. This was a new adventure for me and I was so ready for it. I was ready to be someone besides a widow, mother, and grandmother. This was my time and I was going to live it to the fullest. Once the children promised not to contact me unless there was an emergency, I told them where I was staying. My GPS would stay on so I could be tracked if necessary, but I didn’t tell them that.
     
    I spent four days packing. Not because I was taking so much but because I couldn’t decide what to wear or take with me. Eventually, I decided comfortable and casual were the best choices. After all, I was staying in a cabin so how fancy was I going to have to dress?
     
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    My plane landed in Rapid City and I rented a car driving the rest of the way to the cabins. In my mind’s eye, I pictured them rustic and lacking modern amenities but my fears were quickly put to rest. The cabins were built in a row along a huge rushing creek at the edge of the hills. A few steps from the first cabin, was a magnificent building that housed a restaurant, a bar, and a few shops with an outdoor heated swimming pool.
     
    I requested a cabin as close to the end as possible in order to have a small amount of privacy. It meant I would have further to walk to the restaurant each day but I didn’t mind. I was here to hike and relax not to socialize.
     
    The split log cabins were nice but not extravagant. Mine was a one bedroom, one bath with a small kitchenette off the living area for those that wanted to cook. I had no desire to cook so I would be making an appearance at the restaurant for meals. It did have a television with cable but I planned on using my time reading and hiking. I could watch television at home.
     
    As I unpacked, I hung my clothes in the closet hoping the wrinkles would fall out before I needed them. Everything was where it needed to be when I heard and felt my stomach growl. It was almost eight