I kept plowing west when the countryside changed with no warning; from grasslands to stark bare rock and water carved draws. I had just fallen into the west North Dakota badlands. I headed over to the South Unit of Theodore Roosevelt National Park and spent a couple of hours before moving on down the line.
At this stage I left the main highway system and made a hard turn so now the weathervane pointed due south. I was taking a side trip to Denver to see my brother.
My night in South Dakota was spent in a small town called Belle Fourche – beautiful fork; two rivers coming together. They had just completed a mile long “river walk” which I took while enjoying the full moon rising. Moon River.
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