...and that next stop was Wind Cave National Park. Hardly a flyspeck enroute to big old Rushmore and the more noteworthy stuff. I'm not ashamed to say Wind Cave brought tears to my eyes. Don't know why exactly. The tall grass, the bison, the ponderosa pines perfectly, randomly spaced in the hills as if God had made a scale HO train layout. Can't remember the last time I saw so much green grass and blue sky together with native bison that weren't being raised to become a food source.
You begin to understand how millions of bison once thrived across the Great Plains. They had an abundant food source.
And the sadness of such a trip is to only scratch the surface of such a place. We got our NP Passport book stamped and moved on.
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