Our next stop was Badlands National Park.

In the early 1900’s, French Canadian hunters called the area “les mauvais terres pour traverse” or “bad lands to travel through.” It was named as such because the land was subject to extreme temperatures and lack of water and the terrain was exposed and rugged.
Of all of the places to which we traveled this summer, the Badlands was my absolute favorite by far.


Friends, it is a must-see in my book and truly bucket-list worthy. I snapped a lot of pictures at this stop, so apologies in advance if it gets boring!

We hiked all around the Badlands. There was lots to see. Luckily, it wasn’t crowded and despite the arid conditions, the temperature was comfortable and on occasion even chilly. I was thankful that we hit the park at such a good time because I have heard that the weather can be oppressively hot and downright miserable. Hence the name.
We saw plenty of the rocky terrain.



The scenery was breath-taking.

In contrast to the rocky desert lands, there was also expanses of gorgeous prairie-lands with herds of big horn sheep and buffalo.


This picture I call “Four White Sheep Boo-tays.”



I suppose if I had to travel through the area on foot, with no access to water and no relief from the elements, I would think of these lands as “bad.” But from my perspective, it was nothing short of spectacular.











As we drove around, I kept thinking about that scene out of “Dances with Wolves” where the Native Americans and Kevin Costner’s character are learning how to say “buffalo” in each others language.


With the departure of the Sheffields came a downward slide of the quality of our accommodations. We significantly downgraded to a cabin at an RV park. The cabin was really just a box with a roof and a bed, no kitchen (although there was a small refrigerator) and no bathroom, just a shower house down the road. Coincidentally, the owner of the park was from Jacksonville, Florida. What a small world it is!






We went for a 4-hour horseback ride. I guess it wasn’t interesting enough for Aaron because he actually fell asleep in the saddle as he was riding. He was several horses ahead of me and all I could see was him swaying to the steps of the horse, head drooping backwards while his body precariously leaned from side to side. At first I thought he was just goofing around and then I realized he was snoozing. I was surprised he didn’t fall off the horse altogether.
My horse’s name was Peaches…. and she was anything but.
I am a horseback riding novice and, although I’m a good sport about it, I’m not necessarily an enthusiast. It’s something fun to do as a group, so I’m usually cautiously game. The few times I have done it, I’ve enjoyed myself. I have had one or two bad experiences, however, so it’s not something that I seek to do at every opportunity.






It was a trip not without its mild irritations, small disappointments and disagreements, but it was full of belly laughs, good times and fantastic experiences. The good news is that we all made it through with friendships solidly intact and we came away with life-long memories! We loved it so much, we’re already planning a trip for next summer. Utah here we come!!