So, here's a recap of the day.
On Day 2, I was able to catch sunset in Badlands, and today (Day 3) I was able to catch the morning sun hitting the orange and white and yellow formations in the park.
The park continues to be stunning, and once I'm there, it's hard to tear myself away.
This is the approach portion of a like to Notch. It's probably the most well-known hike in the entire park. As I walking into the ever tightening canyon, the thought came to me, "This feels like being in an Indiana Jones movie." It was extremely cool.
The photo below shows a wooden rung trail/ladder up to the cliff edge portion of the trail, that you can see in the following photo.
After a couple of hours in the park, I had to pull myself away, pile back into the tour bus, and get on the road with the new plan...heading south. Ah, "I always like going south, it feels like going downhill." OK, who knows the movie quote? OK, Grant and Emily, I know you do...who else? :-D
Just across the freeway from the east entrance road to Badlands NP, is the Minuteman National Historical Site.
I decided that I should stop in, since I was already right there and everything. So I did.
This is a small site, and no, it's not a decommissioned silo, which is what I was hoping for. What it is though, is a place where you can learn more about the nuclear arms race, mainly between the USA and USSR, starting back in the 1940s, and fully hit its stride in the 1960s. At this site, they show short documentaries about the 1960s when things were really heating up, and that's what hit me right between the eyes. As I was watching one video, they had footage of elementary school children doing duck and cover drills. I was one of those kids. I started elementary school in 1965, and at the time we lived just outside of New Orleans, Louisiana. I remember doing duck and cover drills, and I now know how futile doing that would be if you were anywhere near a nuclear blast. But, that was the message and the drill about how to stay safe...back in the day. I then wandered around the other exhibits for a little while, but within about 10-15 minutes, I started feeling stressed and decided to get out of there.
I wish we could all trust each other enough to just get rid of those damn things (nuclear weapons)! But, sadly, given the world we live in, that's just not going to happen.
All right, back to the drive...
I've driven east-west through the Dakotas, Nebraska and Kansas, multiple times, but I'd never been on a north-south route. And you know what? There's no interstate that runs north-south through the western or central regions of those states, so it was a day of two-lane state highways. That's OK.
And so, I made it to Nebraska (add another state to the list). And who knew that Nebraska of all places was the home of the great American Holiday, Arbor Day!!?? If you stop and think for a second, it makes sense. How else would anyone in Nebraska have any trees around? :-D
This also reminds me of a saying I once heard said regarding Iowa. When someone asks what Iowa is like, one response says, "Iowa...it's more fun than Nebraska, but not as cold as Minnesota!"
Did you know that the central region of Nebraska is called the Sandhills Region? These sand hills are a seemingly endless series of small mounds that go on and on and on. Here's a photo that I didn't take (photo credit: https://www.sandhillsjourney.com/about/sandhills-journey). The low hills are sand dunes that are now covered in grass. Where did the come from? At the end of the last ice age, massive glaciers in the Rocky Mountains melted and carried eroded sand far out on the plains to the east. Wind then formed the sand into dunes, and grasses grew and now hold the dunes in place. Now THAT'S cool!
In case you are curious, here's how big the Sandhill region is. And I drove right through the center of it, and believe me, it goes on and on!
And saw old ones (we lived in Indiana for 10 years, and they grow LOTS of corn there too..
And after a day on the road, I called it quits in York, Nebraska, on I-80, about three hours north of Wichita, Kansas, my hometown. Well, at least where we lived when I graduated from HS.
And that, as they say, is that!
Thanks for checking in, everyone.
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