Sorry to keep you hanging on the Badlands adventure, but it's been some weird couple of days. I'll get to that later. First I must say that I think the Badlands is getting a bad rap. Those lands aren't bad at all...they're really freakin' cool. Plus, I think I found my retirement community. There's a town nearby called Interior, and when we went through it, the population sign said 94. Awesome.
When we got into the park, we stopped at one of the first pull offs we came to, and decided, even though we were stupid and didn't bring any water with us, to do what the Badlands deemed a "strenuous" hike. Um, we come from the Grand Canyon, ok? Your strenuous hikes don't scare us, especially when you say it's less than a mile. And it really wasn't bad. We think they call it strenuous because in the heat of summer, you'd feel like a pancake on the griddle, but it was a cool, overcast day when we were there, so no troubles at all.
Until we wanted to go back to our car...there was a herd of bighorn sheep in our way. (I'm at the Canyo 5 years and no bighorn sheep...I'm gone less than a week and I see a whole herd. I'm just sayin'.)
We had to walk a bit close to them to get back to our car, and we know from Custer they can be a little cranky, but we made it out ok and had a really nice visit at the park. We did another little hike where I got to see signs warning me of rattlesnakes (too cold that day for them, though), and then we went to the Visitor Center to buy some swag and to watch the movie (and to hear some cranky old white man getting huffy with the park ranger...probably about their tweets about climate change, even though that's just a guess on my part since I didn't hear the whole exchange).
Next stop...Iowa and our series of unfortunate events.