This is a mantra of mine always, but let me especially state it here. Always make sure you have a full tank of gas before you go into any National Park! It’s not that I learned that lesson the hard way here. It’s because Badlands is not be a place you’d want to be stranded for any length of time.
My Dad and I were here together when we drove across country in 1990, when I moved to Portland. I had forgotten the prairie grasslands. I only remembered the rock, and even then – not the nuances. Isn’t the variety of color and shape exquisite? I notice that the fact that I spent so much time in the desert on this trip did not make the Badlands any less breath-taking. It feels really unique there. I totally recommend it!
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- Driving on 44, south of the North Unit of Badlands National Park, through Buffalo Gap National Grassland. Those little black dots are cows.
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- At the edge of the grass you can see the heads and horns of two bighorn sheep hanging out in the sun and breeze.
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- These are called the “Yellow Mounds.” Yup!
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- (This sign was at outside at an overlook, so it has been weathered.)
