Perhaps the man-made weirdness of western SD was evoked by the strange natural landscapes. The Badlands are in stark contrast to the rolling prairies of the state. I remember approaching them for the first time in 1978 when traveling from the east – they were the first western desert landscape I’d ever seen, and remarkably weird. Travelling from the west, the contrast isn’t as strong, but you later realize that they are the last desert landscape you’ll see for a long time.
Greta loses interest with big, long views, so we abandoned the drive-by tourism and hiked up a small canyon trail to the flat area at the top of the wall. You can see our trailer near the road in this photo.