Here in western North Dakota is the Theodore Roosevelt National Park. This is where TR came to escape his grief upon the death of his mother and his wife in the same house on the same day. He ultimately ran a cattle ranch out here.
As a rancher, old Teddy didn’t put up with no crap.
They call this area the Badlands also, but it’s not as bad as the South Dakota Badlands. For one thing, there’s a decent river that runs through this park, ergo much more in the way of trees and greenery. Plus, the wildlife here seems more abundant.
Those wascally prairie dogs: you can’t stop ’em, you can only hope to contain ’em. And, the buffalo were definitely roaming today:
Even though these might better be referred to as the lower case b-adlands, the scenery is still pretty darn stunning.
Saturday I drove over to see some truly iconic scenery
Looks like they had some snow the night before, although the altitude there is only about 5000′.
Whilst in the area I couldn’t pass up the Crazy Horse Monument.
This sucker is gonna be WAY bigger than Mt. Rushmore. But they still have his arm, hair, body and the horse yet to do. Since it’s taken them 70 years to get this far we may be looking at next century before completion.