
The Badlands of South Dakota.
I grew up in the Canadian prairies, not so far from the Alberta badlands.
OK – so we lived in the city, but we did have old wagon wheels in the back yard and a wild and overgrown gully behind our home. It was cowboy and Indian country: I have dim memories of watching reruns of The Roy Rogers Show on the flickering black and white television with my neighbour in the basement of his house before we’d go out and play at being Roy Rogers or Dale Evans ourselves, galloping across the lane and through that gully where a freeway now runs.
I also have dim memories of visiting “The Hoodoos” in the badlands near Drumheller, Alberta.
So, I was really excited at the chance to visit what the U.S. Department of the Interior’s National Park Service calls the “definitive Badlands”.
“For centuries humans have viewed South Dakota’s celebrated Badlands with a mixture of dread and fascination,” says the official Badlands National Park brochure. The combination of hot dry climate, soft sedimentary rocks, clay-rich soils, and erosion from wind and rain produces a landscape of fantastic shapes and subtle colours.

Badlands Loop Road

Grasses on the Badlands

Rock formations around the Cedar Creek area, Badlands National Park, SD.

Rock formations around the “Window Trail”.

Small badland bird.

It pays to keep your ears, not just your eyes, open!

Peaks, gullies and buttes

Some visiting children explore the badlands, using them like a natural jungle-gym.

Plants at the edge: narrow-leaf yucca.
Just outside the National Park, but still in the dry prairie landscape, there is a little general store which provides a home to native prairie dogs.

A prairie dog standing guard.

A black-tailed prairie dog outside its hole.

Prairie dogs (Cynomys ludovicianus) are part of the squirrel (Sciuridae) family.

Kids love feeding the prairie dogs.

Prairie dogs have a complex form of communication, and seem to take turns guarding the colony.

Watchful prairie dog.

Prairie dogs love peanuts.

Peanuts

Sunset over the badlands.

Night falls over the badlands.
It’s a magical, mystical place and I would have loved to have stayed longer and explored further.
But, it wasn’t quite like my childhood memories of the badlands, and I didn’t see Roy or Dale…
Maybe next time!
Almost daydreamt of bad guys hiding in the dry gulches or American Indians evading the Calvary : )
Beautiful photo’s and comantary. Look forward to enjoying these wander’s regularly 🙂
Why, thank you, kind sir! 😀
Leuk, dat je ons laat zien waar je bent opgegroeid. Leuke foto’s heb je voor deze serie gekozen Ursula. Ik wens je een fijn weekend, Dietmut
Thanks, Deitmut!