Driving from the mountains, to where it is very flat

those rocks, that were holding in the water, from behind

the water that was held in by rocks. maybe I am the only one astounded by this.


down through rolling grassy hills, where you can see the the road unwinding down in front of you. sailing through a prarie, it felt like a dream really, passing in and out of the shadows of clouds, wind, and sun. i felt slower than i was actually moving. the crickets were louder than my music, so they were a constant sound behind everything. and i rounded a bend and all of a sudden there were wild horses.

before the prarie, were the black hills, with their glittering tunnels, and lakes held in by giant, upright boulders. and mount rushmore. a very odd thing indeed.

and at the end of a day, I got to the Badlands, that look like the moon or mars, the earth looks like clay that simply dried there and could at any time be dissolved by rain. it used the be a rainforest, and is littered with the fossils of creatures that no longer exist. I camped there and woke up to the blinding, rising sun and lots of birds, and a rabbit that hopped past and away into the loud grass.