Not having a computer took its toll. So, I've been battling with writing all of the lost time that I hadn't recorded. After a few weeks of thinking about it, I've decided to catch up on the adventure.
Taylor and I peeled on out of there, and Mount Rushmore was left sucking up the civic's treaded up dust. I90 going east was decorated with large billboards, telling all wanderers to stop in the town of Wall. To be more concise, the billboards were advertising "Wall Drug," America's favorite vacation site. They have everything. An apothecary shop sits near stuffed wildlife. You can stop into an "old-west" knife shop right before panning through a $7 bag of dirt for gold... just in case you missed the gold rush. http://www.walldrug.com/ Just look at the website, although it might be down from the huge influx of red-necks that are checking out the attraction.
Turns out Wall Drug wasn't our cup of tea, so after buying another thing of peanut butter, it was off to the Badlands.
South Dakota is country through and through. Some stretches of land go on and on and on. Small mountain ranges and hillocks slope here and there across the land, but mostly, it stays green and grassy. The size and the openness of the country side gives an eerie feeling of isolation that is second only to the scrub land of Nevada.
The most interesting anomaly in South Dakota (that I saw) is the Badlands. They creep up like some island in a vast ocean. Wind whipped mountains sit in jagged spire-formations. It's hellish looking, the craggy peaks dotting the landscape like enormous red knives, but on closer inspection, the rock formations are little more than heavenly ruins. They crumble and croak when you touch them, emphasizing that mountains are not immortals reaching into the sky, just packed dirt that coincidently ended up placed above ground level.
Taylor and I scooted around the National Park, stopping for a bit of time to have lunch. The fry bread was great, and if you ever visit the National Park Center there, get the Indian Taco. One of them will feed two people. I survived off of fry bread for two days.
The idea was to camp for the night in the park, but payment is required for the camping spots. So it was back country time. We loaded ourselves with the bare essentials. The tent, our sleeping bags, lights, jacket, water, a bit of food, and a six pack. Out we went. The hike was easy. Badlands is filled with grass covered mesas. In an instant mountains seem like a distant landmark. The grassy fields sway and dip for miles and miles. Taylor and I hiked along one of the major trails before cutting into the country. Eventually we found a nice spot between some mountain peaks. We were near by some of the really rough land that looked like dried up coral formations, and a little past that was a cliff side that overlooked miles and miles of South Dakotan land. A small flock of big horned sheep were a few hundred yards off. The ram remained vigilant for much of the late afternoon, making sure that neither of us made a move on one of his ladies.
As the sun set, we sat ourselves down and talked about deep and meaningful things. It was all really intelligent conversation that was really interesting. A real shame you couldn't be there. We sat around drinking beer and watching the sun set. It was beautiful. As Steinbeck said "once stopped I was caught, trapped in color and dazzled by the clarity of the light." The colors changed minute by minute. Bblues became purples and oranges and reds. Mountains adjusted themselves from a Martian panoramic to silhouettes of some ancient Monolith. Our neighboring big horn sheep relaxed and began to graze nearby before setting off up one of the nearby mountains. We relaxed, just two stranded astronauts and an extraterrestrial landscape.
A starry night, cool breeze, and soft dirt. We slept well, and woke early to get back to the car and finish the first part of the journey. We made it back quickly and followed the sun east.