It turns out this was a wasted ride. Temperatures peaked at 110 on Hwy-44; mostly it was between 99 and 103. The road was uneven. There were no sights (other than a distant periphery of the badlands).
At the Interior entrance, I loitered at the gift shop - it was air conditioned! I didn't buy anything, and headed west with the sun in my eyes. I made it at dusk to Wall. I decided to take the "fast" way home (it would shave 5+ hours from my travels, and I was ready to sleep in my own bed).
Next time, I'd either skip the Badlands (on motorcycle) - or I'd come from wall down through.
My last day, I went from Wall to home - 826+ miles..
This is at the end of Hwy-44 leg, just a few miles from the Interior Entrance; hints of the Badlands are in the distance:
Finally starting in:
What is this stuff made of? Something that looks like this close up:
As you look at this, imagine - if you will - the Plains Indians orchestrating a stampede accross the grasslands, towards the Badlands. You could have enough meat for the entire winter, the entire tribe ... I imagine.
Wherever there is an outcropping of grass, there be critters:
1 comment:
Dude! I'm not going anywhere NEAR a biker bar with you as long as you have a cutesy stuffed animal on your bike! MAN UP!
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