Mountain Time


We left Hanappe Ranch around 9:00, driving through the vast land of nowhere before reaching Badlands. It was a long driving day - I drove so John Mark could take a rest - and we encountered a brief wind/rain storm about two hours east of Badlands (in South Dakota) as we pulled into a gas station. The wind was so much that we could hardly open the car doors. We waited about ten minutes in the car, checking the weather to be sure there were no tornadoes (which there weren’t), then ran inside for a few minutes. The wind had apparently busted one of the doors to the gas station. According to a woman at the gas station, this was nothing 🤷‍♀️. As we were driving through South Dakota’s wide open spaces, I had the thought that this land could cause the opposite of  claustrophobia- with nowhere to hide. 
From tornadoes. 

We arrived at Cedar Pass Lodge around 8:00.

Our playlist consisted of a lot of Pink Floyd…which was perfect for this drive. We also listened to some Juluka, Sinead O’Connor radio, and Tom Waits radio. Also, when I say “our” playlist, I pretty much mean mine and John Mark’s - at least most of the time. Nora and Hazel had their own playlists (with earbuds) that they listened to yesterday.

The Corn Palace- a roadside attraction en route to badlands. We stopped across the street at a little store for popcorn and restrooms.
Entering Badlands


From our back yard…..

This too….
And this….
Nora and Hazel, doing what they do best:)

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