Sundance, where the kid got his name...

Turf Bar, Sundance, WY

rainbow over Sundance Mountain

The Turf Bar fashion generally consisted of bandanas, ponytails, and leather vests. Clutching beer bottles by their necks, several people swayed -eyes closed, faces turned to the ceiling- to heavy metal ballads playing on the juke box. The swaying was more woozy than that of a sober person by far. Unlike many biker bars where so many "bikers" seemingly dress up in weekend costumes, it was more obvious here that they work, drink, smoke and party in these clothes every day.

Jen and I were watched with curiosity until after we'd ordered beers and burgers and were finally asked where we were from. The guffaws at our "New York" answer basically sounded like, "what planet did you say?!?", so I was quick to add that we were on our way to visit my parents in Wyoming. They eased up at this, and the conversation turned to how awesome the plains are and that, yeah upstate New York isn't that bad...

Looking outside I noticed as the storm-front blew east the evening sky took a chance to brighten up before nightfall. Inside, the barmaid hung up the phone and reported that her brother's barn, sitting deep in a valley twenty miles north of town, had been vaporized by the tornado a half-hour earlier.

What planet?

badlands

Jen hiking the badlands

badlands clay

badlands

Despite Jen's injured knee, we set off for a short hike through the wilderness of baked-hard mud. Shadows and colors were almost eliminated by the high mid-afternoon sun. For all the austere beauty that the prairie holds surrounding this serrated 100-mile interruption, here it is the beauty of martian dreams.

Great Plains scavenger hunt item #8: Badlands of South Dakota

For half a million years, water and wind have sculpted fantastic rock art in southwestern South Dakota, mesmerizing visitors to Badlands National Park. Life is scarce in these stark buttes. But a surrounding ocean of grasslands includes healthy numbers of buffalo, coyotes, pronghorn, and birds of prey. Here the prairie endures.

-National Geographic

Below the badlands

Badlands National Park

a prehistoric predator

...used to live here.

The badlands were a seabed in the dinosaurs’ day

Then the growing rockies poured the sea away

As it cooled and dried

the mammals grazed and died

Now we read their story under the prairie hay

O.K., sorry about that. It is a good place for fossils, though...

Entering the badlands

Heading east out of Rapid City toward the Badlands, we crossed 75 miles of flat, crusty rangeland. The sun was high enough to eliminate all shadows, and the highway road crews we passed were hidden until the last moment by silver mirages. The intensity of the baked landscape was broken only once in two hours when we drove across the Cheyenne River floodplain lined with cottonwood trees. Finally, a parking lot filled with RVs and several families having lunches under small wooden shelters signaled that we had arrived in Badlands National Park.

Our disembodied presidents

George Washington, carved

picturing Washington's profile

In the morning we drove by Mount Rushmore on our way out of the Black Hills. As we descended into Rapid City, we were awed at how much kitch lined the highway. If the Black Hills weren't enough for your family, here there is mini-golf, a Mystery Spot, Bear Country USA (a bear zoo), reptile gardens, a presidential wax museum, a Chuckwagon supper-show, a maze, gemstone panning, and much more!

The one place that managed to draw us in was a pull-off with three new giant presidential heads, Kennedy, Reagan and the one pictured below. They were standing there to promote and raise money for an eventual presidential "trail". All of the presidents would (as the dream goes) be spread out in the woods over a hillside, connected by a hiking trail. Can anyone guess who the mystery president is below? The chance to moon him having been fulfilled, we continued on our way.

guess who...

Our quiet campsite

morning clean-up

our tiny campfire

Having pushed our luck driving through the Black Hills, and waiting too late to find a campground, we almost had to spend the night in a KOA. It looked like a smoky city packed in with buses, RVs, campers and giant wall-tents. In the center was a three-story building with floor-to-ceiling windows, through which we could see a giant chandelier. With prices to justify camping with a chandelier, we drove away prepared to sleep in the car. At the last moment before dark we found a small thickly wooded state campground with several vacancies left. We spent a beautiful dark night with a trickling stream just beyond our site.

Into the Black Hills

The Needles

a bison in Wind Cave National Park

The Needles Highway

As we drove north into South Dakota and threaded our way into the Black Hills via the Needles Highway, it was like a safari as we passed prairie dog towns, hawks, bison, mule deer, antelope, and bighorn sheep.

Museum of the Fur Trade

inside a trading post

traders' artifacts

museum "baidarka" model

fur traders' rifles

The Museum of the Fur Trade, a private museum outside Chadron, Nebraska, was a fun stop, though I'm sure not all the fun was the museum's intent. The displays, covering the fur trade throughout North America from the first Europeans to the multi-national Hudson's Bay Company, were pretty extensive and interesting. However, they could do without the introductory film which used historic reenactments that were shot in the 1930s and in which the Indians greeted the white men with "How!"

Agate Fossil Beds NM

the Niobrara River crossing the Agate Fossil Beds National Monument

a daphoenodon pursuing a daeodon

mixed-grass prairie, Agate Fossil Beds National Monument

For a while growing up, a new book arrived in the mail once a month from a series by National Geographic. My favorite one was about the Age of Mammals. Somehow I could relate more to the bizarre looking giant boars and tiny horses on savannas than dinosaurs in jungles.

The Niobrara river valley in which the Agate Fossil Beds National Monument sits looks similar to how it did 20 million years ago. It's so easy to go outside here and, with your imagination, watch a nature show on the "plains of Africa" in in which these bone-crushing scavengers and beardogs scrambled for survival as their watering holes dried up.

Great Plains scavenger hunt item #7: Cenozoic era fossils

The Cenozoic Era is the age of new life. During the Cenozoic, mammals diverged from a few small, simple, generalized forms into a diverse collection of terrestrial, marine, and flying animals, giving this period its other name, the Age of Mammals, despite the fact that birds still outnumbered mammals two to one. The Cenozoic is just as much the age of savannas, the age of co-dependent flowering plants and insects, and the age of birds. Grass also played a very important role in this epoch, shaping the evolution of the birds and mammals that fed on it.

Across western Nebraska

western Nebraska

rolling mixed-grass prairie

grain silos, Hemmingford, Nebraska

As we crossed western Nebraska, we stopped at a number of historic markers and roadside pull-offs. Most of them described the long distance cattle drives that used to cross these prairies in the brief period between when the ranchers came up from Texas and when barbed wire closed the open range -maybe 10 years.

Words like "open range" have such a capacity to stir the imagination, it's no wonder that such a long lasting culture, and a whole genre of movies and music could have come out of such a short period of time.

Stormy night at the Box Butte Reservoir

our campsite in the cottonwoods

banks of the Box Butte Reservoir

Jenifer sleeping in

Box Butte Reservoir

We decided to camp out where our map showed a lonely teepee symbol which turned out to be the Box Butte Reservoir. Built mainly for the irrigation of the area’s huge wheat farms, it is also a Recreation area for local boaters and fishermen. The woman at the next campsite stopped to chat in the evening where we learned that she lives in northwestern Nebraska (like most campers who come there) and was partying in a camper with her sisters for several days. She was proud of the area and excited to see people from out of state chose to stop and see what the area looked like.

All evening enormous thunderheads were chugging in from the west. The wind whipped up violently just as Jen and I climbed into our sleeping bags, and with no rain we tried to watch the storm with the tent door open until it felt like the wind would rip it apart from inside. During pauses in this noisy chaos we could hear the camper full of women drinking and laughing, which calmed my nerves. Then all hell broke loose. The lightning was immediate and rapid. With no escape, all we could do was lay there hoping our vulnerable, shaking little shelter would hold up. That was the last thing I remember before the birds woke me up to see the sun coming over the ridge to the east.

Carhenge

What is a road trip without stopping out there to see someone's strange dream realized, regardless of whether it's an intentional tourist trap or something far more sincere? The big empty parts of any map make an ideal setting for eccentric imaginations and their monuments, and the Great Plains do not disappoint.

Great Plains scavenger hunt item #6: Carhenge

Carhenge is a replica of England's Stonehenge located near the city of Alliance, Nebraska on the High Plains. Instead of being built with large standing stones, as is the case with the original Stonehenge, Carhenge is formed from vintage American automobiles, all covered with gray spray paint. Built by Jim Reinders, it was dedicated at the June 1987 summer solstice. While living in England, he studied the structure of Stonehenge, which helped him to copy the structure's shape, proportions, and size.

-Wikipedia

Desert sea of grass

the Sand Hills of Nebraska

the Sand Hills of Nebraska

coal train running through the Sand Hills

"...a great desert of moving sand, where there is neither soil, timber or rock." -Scotsman James MacKay, 1795

"... this area may in time become as famous as the deserts of Africa." -Zebulon Pike, 1815