When Bill very first got home on his last days off, before the grouse opener, before the Harley ride or anything else, we took a Sunday and played tourist. We drove down to Wall and walked around a bit - it really is just a tourist trap! Then we meandered through the Bad Lands (both of ours first time) on the way to check out a pheasant hunting spot. Pheasant hunting will probably be pretty good over there, and after living here 3 years, we decided it was time for us to see the infamous Bad Lands.
The Lands are pretty in their own right, but truthfully, I don't understand why the suicide rate and/or murder rate wasn't higher back in the day. I just can't imagine spending months and months on a wagon train, to arrive in the bleak Bad Lands, with basically no water, no rich top soil and certainly no Eastern forest. I do imagine after a nice rain that the colors of the dirt would really come out against a mirage of green - if the grass ever starts to look green in the spring.
To many pictures to post, so here is just a sampling.
That is such harsh looking country. Fascinating too!
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