The Badlands begin right down the street from Wall. I can’t imagine how unexpected this land had to be for the early pioneers—and how unwelcome.
Somehow every time we come through the Badlands the temperature soars to one hundred. It doesn’t matter what the weather is like in the rest of the country, we get scorched here every time.
Prairie Dog Town. Obviously these guys have been getting snacks from the tourists. We didn’t have to bribe this guy out with anything, but he came out to check things out himself anyway.
We had planned on doing a hike, but ran out of water and decided to stop in at the Visitor’s Center first. We cooled off, filled our water bottles, completed Ouest’s Junior Ranger workbook, and were in absolutely no mood to go back out in the heat to hike. Someday maybe we’ll hit the Badlands when it is seventy degrees. It must happen.
Some Bum friends invited us into their home in Rapid City, fed us steak, and put us to bed. Tomorrow, more Americana awaits.
6 Comments on “Badlands”
Pat,
No pics, no fun. Wazzap?
I don’t get it. No pics?
Sometimes the thumbnails of the pictures don’t load. You have to click on the empty frame to see the picture.
Hmm, I’ve never had that happen. Thanks for telling me.
What I remember about the Badlands was the wind. It just howled the whole time we were there.
Here is what happens to prairie dogs in Utah 🙁 http://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/after-ruling-utah-removing-hundreds-of-prairie-dogs/ar-AAeR30L?li=AAa0dzB