6.23.15
So let's talk about the Badlands. You're just drivin along, having a grand old time looking at the spacious skies and amber waves of grain, then suddenly, BAM! the Badlands. It looks like the flipping moon, for heavens sake! I think the Badlands are proof that God has a sense of humor. Can you imagine being a settler and dragging your covered wagon all the way from the east, and then you arrive in the Badlands and just... Nope.
They look like sand castles. Giant sand castles. A sand village. And we're the little dollhouse people in our little wind up cars. They make you feel kind of insignificant. What do our dollhouse lives even mean. They're fleeting. This land will be here for centuries to come. This land has been here centuries previous. It's a graveyard. From the sea floor to savannah then to mountains and then thanks to erosion, they're here, but the Lands are full of fossils. The largest collection in the world. And we're just passing through.
There's sherbet colored rocks and red stripes from iron contrasting with the sandy colored buttes. Alex and I ventured out on top of some when we were having lunch at Bigfoot Pass. (Susanna asked who Bigfoot was and I told her he was sitting in front of her driving.) The rock is more like sand, and it cracks like dried mud. It's also weird because there's plateaus and bits of prairie all throughout the Lands. We saw some long horned mountain goats, and a doe and fawn.
Then we visited another tourist trap called Wall Drug. I ate some homemade ice cream and Alex and Sus squandered their money.
Now we're heading to Custer State Park to camp. Hopefully our tent will stay firmly on the ground.
So let's talk about the Badlands. You're just drivin along, having a grand old time looking at the spacious skies and amber waves of grain, then suddenly, BAM! the Badlands. It looks like the flipping moon, for heavens sake! I think the Badlands are proof that God has a sense of humor. Can you imagine being a settler and dragging your covered wagon all the way from the east, and then you arrive in the Badlands and just... Nope.
They look like sand castles. Giant sand castles. A sand village. And we're the little dollhouse people in our little wind up cars. They make you feel kind of insignificant. What do our dollhouse lives even mean. They're fleeting. This land will be here for centuries to come. This land has been here centuries previous. It's a graveyard. From the sea floor to savannah then to mountains and then thanks to erosion, they're here, but the Lands are full of fossils. The largest collection in the world. And we're just passing through.
There's sherbet colored rocks and red stripes from iron contrasting with the sandy colored buttes. Alex and I ventured out on top of some when we were having lunch at Bigfoot Pass. (Susanna asked who Bigfoot was and I told her he was sitting in front of her driving.) The rock is more like sand, and it cracks like dried mud. It's also weird because there's plateaus and bits of prairie all throughout the Lands. We saw some long horned mountain goats, and a doe and fawn.
Then we visited another tourist trap called Wall Drug. I ate some homemade ice cream and Alex and Sus squandered their money.
Now we're heading to Custer State Park to camp. Hopefully our tent will stay firmly on the ground.