Seventy-five degrees at mid-day, no noticeable humidity, Northern flickers calling in the background in their seasonal courting ritual. And five deer, working on losing their winter coats, moseying past my campsite while I worked on this story. Add the breathtaking setting of the Black Hills, the vacant campsites surrounding me, and it’s hard not to argue that the Elk Mountain Campground at Wind Caves National Park is perfect.