Badlands South Dakota
We left Fargo and drove through miles and miles of wide open agricultural land. We stopped frequently and got some of the best footage of the trip on some house sized hay bails around sunset, which revealed some the most vividly beautiful colors we’d seen in nature thus far. We stopped for the night just outside the Badlands National Park.
When we arrived in the Badlands it was such an unbelievable landscape. One of us referred to its design as a jagged scribble used in transition between the plains and desert. It was cool. It truly felt like the wild west as we drove our bus down the road towards the camp ground, and were stopped by a herd of buffalo blocking our path.
At the campsite we met Dana, a banjo player who was traveling from West Virginia, where he was playing in a Blue Grass festival. He was on his way to Carbondale, CO, where he lived and where we happened to be traveling to fix our bus. We stayed up late playing music, drinking warm beer, and since It was a full moon we all decided to hike some of the peaks surrounding the campsite. It was a crazy feeling being able to see for miles in any direction in the middle of the night, all the while walking right in the middle of buffalo territory where they mulled around us. It was powerful.
In the morning we made our way out, continuing west towards Colorado and the hope of salvation. Our bus was still running on diesel and we had a long expensive drive ahead.