In South Dakota we left the great farms behind and moved into ranching country, and then onto the formidable Badlands. We were surprised too to come across the Cold War’s Minuteman missile site, now turned into a national monument. Before ending up in Deadwood, located in Black Hills mining country, we stopped at Mt. Rushmore–fitting for Memorial Day for sure.
I’d intended to make one post and photo of each day of the trip. But the travel gods intervened, stole our internet connection, and made us concentrate on just traveling the trip. Am going through my pictures now, and will play catch up later. We are now in Cody, Wyoming, and will tour Yellowstone National Park tomorrow.
We’ve seen so much and so varied a landscape on this trip. Since the last post we’ve spent 4 days in Deadwood, SD, seen the graves of Wild Bill Hickok and Calamity Jane, spent Memorial Day at Mount Rushmore, seen the buffalo roam and the deer and the antelope play (while a bald eagle circled overhead), been 350′ underground in a gold mine, seen the Crazy Horse Memorial, been to the Badlands, been to the old Minuteman Missile sites, toured Little Big Horn Battlefield and the national cemetery there, and I turned 61 and had a birthday dinner at Deadwood’s Gem Saloon. There is probably more.
Have posted a couple pics here, just to keep in practice. But wait ’til you see the rest! We live in a breathtakingly beautiful land!!!
You just never know what a day will bring! When we woke up this morning in Austin, Minnesota, I just knew that today’s photo would be of the Corn Palace in Mitchell, South Dakota, our destination city today. I was sure nothing we would see on the road between here and there could be more interesting or unusual than a full-size castle made out of corn. But, like I said, you just never know.
A little background first. It is obvious to anyone driving through here that agriculture is everything out here. The soil is as black as the onion muck in our own neck of the woods and that, we learned, is because it is formed of the rotted roots of those seas of prairie grass that preceded today’s farm fields. These fields are so numerous and so vast, extending for as far as the traveler’s eye can see, it is no wonder there is corn enough here to build a palace.
But on our way to the Corn Palace, we saw a sign for a town called Blue Earth. Then saw another sign saying the Jolly Green Giant lives in Blue Earth. Then we saw another sign inviting travelers to visit him there. And so we did.
And the Corn Palace? Oh, it is double cool–and quite photogenic! But stacked up against getting a surprise shot of the Jolly Green Giant himself? Well, now that’s a great big green hands down winner.