Funny, they don’t look so bad. But apparently these are the “badlands,” so named by the Sioux (who would know, you’d think), and popularized by the ever-giddy President Roosevelt the First.
The drive today was very long, but we haven’t yet reached the truly flat stage yet; the scenery as we drove through northern Wyoming, eastern Montana, and western Nort’ Dakota (as they say) was dominated by conical drip-castle hills and gullies, and thick brown, pink, beige, and green folds of earth.
We stopped for lunch in Billings, which is about all I can say about that town.
We paused in the weird little town of Medora, ND to do a short scenic drive through Theodore Roosevelt National Park (don’t worry, before this trip we hadn’t heard of it, either). And we made a new friend. I call him Garrison, our prairie dog companion.