To the readers that gather in close,
As I
mentioned in my last post, something Very Terrible happened when we got to Wyoming, and it involved just a little bit of law-breaking.
But we'll get to that.
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Seafoam lines up magnets of all the states she'll have visited by the time we
finish our US tour |
We stopped at Badlands National Park, one of my favorite places in the world. They were called
mako sica by the Lakota,
les mauvaises terres a traverser by the French, and
tierra baldia by the Spanish. All of these names mean, more or less, "bad land" or "waste land".
When you walk on to the crunchy white sand of the badlands, the silence weighs in on every side. No animals chirping, no wind blowing, as the rocky steppes rising on every side block out noise with their enormity. Moments before, you were surrounded by billowing grass and more locusts than you could shake a honeyed stick at, but now all you can see is white walls, white rocks, white canyons, white gullies. The badlands are full of fascinating geological history and paleontology, including fossilized camels and rhinoceros-looking creatures. But ancient days were hardly yesterday for these stones; time seems to hang suspended as the rocks sit silently, patiently, waiting.
Waiting for you to die on them, parched to death and burned by the scorching sun. So much for poetry...
Badlands - Then and Now... Can you spot the difference in the following two pictures!?
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| I tried to recreate an old family photo, but something was lacking ... |
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| like my ten hundred siblings! This is from a family trip several years ago. |
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| I feel like I am on the Moon when I am here |
I stumbled across a quote from Frank Lloyd Wright, and it summed up my first impressions of this beautiful, dreadful land perfectly:
"I was totally unprepared for that revelation called the Dakota Bad Lands. What I saw gave me an indescribable sense of mysterious elsewhere."
We moved on through the Badlands, joining thousands of the Sturgis riders on our South Dakota tour as we stopped at Wall Drug, trekked up to Crazy Horse (which looks exactly the same as it did six years ago, which is exactly how it looked thirty years ago), Mt. Rushmore (I suppose in all fairness, this rock looked the same, too), an old homesteader museum, and a prairie dog town.
Over the years, the Black Hills have hosted
Indians, trappers, gold rushers, and tourists. They are so densely forested, they remind me of
home!
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| There were hundreds more as we headed into the Black Hills to visit Mt Rushmore |
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| The bars were bulging with them! |
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| Epic Mt Rushmore pic fail ... well, at least we got two faces on the picture |
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| The update on Crazy Horse is ... still the same! |
The
Crazy Horse monument has been
under construction since 1948. It is on privately held sacred Indian land, about 17 miles from Mt Rushmore; the statue and the heritage museums below were commissioned by the Lakota tribe. While the monument seems to be progressing slower than a woman with back labor, the museum and shopping 'plex have expanded enormously over the years. If completed, this statue would be over 641 feet wide and 563 feet high, making it the largest non-religious statue in the world. (Ironically, the previous world-record holder is the Russian
Motherland statue, or
Родина-мать зовёт! which I visited the same year I saw Crazy Horse for the first time. If you've seen
Enemy at the Gates
, then you are already familiar with the hill in Volgograd on which this behemoth of a woman stands.) If you stay for the
evening, you can enjoy a lovely
laser light show where they use lighting to illustrate history in the Black Hills. Since the monument will probably never be completed, you might as well enjoy the laser show (we didn't stay for it this time around). And I have to admit, it is cool to listen to the music while sitting in the pitch black mountains with the sound echoing off the cliffs around.
Seafoam was fully enamored of the furry prairie dogs...
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What's funnier than somebody from Hawai'i seeing prairie dogs for the first
time? I don't know, it would be pretty hard to top this. |
By the time we reached the exit for
Devil's Tower, another wonderful national monument, we didn't feel like stopping any more and trucked right on by, heading up and out to Wyoming. We hoped to shoot straight as an arrow and make it home by Saturday night, giving ourselves two more days to drive through Wyoming, Montana, Idaho, and Washington.
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| Honest Abe takes a break from splitting fence-rails |
But we were anxious to see Montana by nightfall, and that is where our trouble with the law began ...
All I can say is, so much for the Equality State!
Mrs H
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