One day last summer in a fit of hormone induced insanity I decided that I wanted to take the kids to South Dakota. I planned it all out. We would drive and see all the major landmarks of South Dakota. We would bring a cooler full of food and picnic across the state. We would bond as a family and have wonderful memories that would last forever. When Jesse came home from work I filled him in our spur-of-the-moment vacation. He said "Are you crazy?"
It was a valid question. I was newly pregnant and still taking hormone shots to help me remain so. I was crabby and nauseated most of time. We didn't really have the money for a week long drive across South Dakota. I hate eating outside. Those were all good reasons to nix the entire plan.
I'm not one to listen to reason. We took that trip. We saw the sights. We made memories. We ate outside. I took a lot of pictures. This is the story of this trip. This is...
As we were nearing the end of our Badlands tour I spotted a small brown lump in the road. It was a dead prairie dog. I love prairie dogs so that made me sad but it did make me notice that we were right in the middle of a prairie dog town. Hurray!
There were signs all over the place instructing people not to feed the animals but since most people think the rules were written for other people and not them, a family right by us decided to throw corn flakes to the prairie dogs. Jesse and I yelled at them. They were embarrassed and got in their car and drove away. Between that and the litter incident I decided the theme of the vacation would be Correcting Assholes with a secondary theme of Being Assholes.
I hope you enjoyed our trip through the Badlands. Stay tuned for the next installment in the "I must be crazy" Chronicles - Wall Drug! And if you enjoyed my pictures you can see more on my flickr page.
Five years ago today Joseph was concerned with colon health.