Lakota Powwow Songs and Dances: Observations from Rosebud Fair (Column‪)‬

Introduction It has been a long, hot drive through Nebraska corn in August. You turn North at Valentine on to US 83, then right on US 16 and then make your way South to Rosebud. The ice water at the Museum of the Fur Trade at Chadron seems two life times ago. Some ways outside of town you find the Fair grounds. You and your friends quickly set up camp and make your way toward the dance arbor. Your noses are assaulted by myriad smells: horses, dust, people, dry grass, cotton candy and the resinous sweet pine boughs that cover the arbor.