Badlands is an otherworldly place, where dry
terrain has been eroded by wind and water,
creating an eerie landscape.  Here a
slice of road twists through the Yellow Mounds,
formed when the ancient sea drained away and
the ocean mud was exposed to air.
Homesteading was a tough existence.  The
government bet you 160 acres against 18 dollars
that you’d starve to death before you lived on the
land for five years.
Windswept and cold, but stunning.
We had a good round of “give me a home,
where the buffalo roam” as we drove the
car slowly with Dan and Vicki waiting for
a different kind of traffic jam.
Baby bison nursing
 A magnificent elk snacking on the last grass
before the big snow hits.

           

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