✍️ • 📷 • Series: Go West, Young Lad • Tags: astrophotography • night photography • bird photography • badlands
Toadstool Geologic Park, located in the Oglala National Grassland is a fantastic little underappreciated gem of Badlands in Northwestern Nebraska.
I visited it on my trip to Seattle and took a bazillion photos, which I'll now share with you, dear reader.
✍️ • 📷 September 14-15, 2021 • Series: Go West, Young Lad • Tags: prairie dogs • national parks • badlands • wildlife photography • bird photography • tourist traps
When I entered South Dakota, in my mind, at least, I was far west enough to start hitting some really famous national parks, and some really beautiful places. (And for that matter, some 80 mph speed limits on the Interstates...)
I remember visiting the Badlands as a kid, and I was stoked to return.
✍️ • 📷 September 13-14, 2021 • Series: Go West, Young Lad • Tags: bird photography • us politics
After a lovely day eating cheese curds, visiting Pipestone National Monument, and stopping by the World's Only Corn Palace, I drove on to my campground for the night: Left Tailrace.
It's an Army Corps of Engineers-created campground, located very close to the Big Bend Hydroelectric Dam and its reservoir, Lake Sharpe.
It was only at some point after I hastily reserved my campsite that I learned of the area's sad history...
✍️ • 📷 • Series: Go West, Young Lad • Tags: national monuments • sacred sites • tourist traps • good eats
I bid farewell to the Twin Cities fairly early in the morning.
The next day's plan was to travel from the banks of the Mississippi River in St. Paul to the Missouri in South Dakota, traversing terrain between two of America's most important rivers.
In a few ways, it would be a jumping off point for me for the rest of the trip. After this, I had no plans to stay with friends, and in fact, virtually no plans to sleep anywhere other than my tent.
But, I did still get to bump into an old pal, if you know what I mean...
✍️ • 📷 • Series: Go West, Young Lad • Tags: urban waterfalls
By the time I reached St. Paul, I had driven quite a ways. Probably over 24 hrs of solo driving (spread across several days), and I had added about 1,500 mi to my odometer, through stops, detours, and unavoidable hours on the interstate.
This experience gives me the ability to say the following: Of everywhere I have driven in my life, by far, the friendliest and most courteous drivers were those in Saint Paul, Minnesota. A much needed respite after... other cities.
