A Cold Day in July

We were frequent tent campers when our kids were little. Our rule was: forget about the weather; if you go, you stay. We had a day just like this in Colorado back in ’91. We ventured outside only to cook, spending most of the day inside our old Suburban. I prepared scrambled eggs, canned corned beef hash, and skillet toast on a two-burner Coleman stove wearing a poncho to keep out the light but steady rain.

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A Diligent Ladle

… she watched me load the dryer the same rapt way that Pink watches me eat. I selected the next to highest temperature, but she objected “Everybody uses hot. It’s faster.” “But I’ve found elastic lasts longer on a lower heat setting.” “May-be.”

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Porcupine School

Kat wanted to hike some trails so we set out to climb the Cliff Shelf Trail, rated Moderate by the Badlands NPS. Once I was an athlete (Kat still is), but age and injuries have worn out some of my key mobility joints. Moderate sounded Aggressive to me, but we set out to do it. […]

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Wall Drug

Sage Creek campground is only about 20 miles from one of our Must-Sees in South Dakota, Wall Drug. We figured to keep the truck and trailer hitched up, visit the little town with the big store, and maybe boondock Tuesday night somewhere on the Buffalo Gap National Grassland. Spring days are longer up north and […]

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Primitive Camping With the Honey Badger

Monday we figured it was time to go a step further in boondocking.  We set out for the Sage Creek primitive campground.  Primitive typically means there’s a road to it and nothing more.  This was kind of true; the road was dirt and gravel, washboard with occasional patches of smooth.  Otherwise it was pure primitive, […]

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Niobrara National Wildlife Reserve

Saturday we visited Niobrara National Wildlife Reserve. We were a quarter mile into the park when up there on the ridgeline loomed the silhouette of a buffalo bull: a big boy, for sure. Moments later we saw the whole herd behind him, maybe 100 of them. These bison are more tame than wild so they […]

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It’s Official!

We are South Dakotans. We got our drivers licenses in Vermillion, despite the best efforts of some circuit-riding DMV vets from Sioux City. They did their best impression of French government functionaries (Ah, thees receipt for your camping does not leest your Dakota address!” “Uh, I paid $5 cash; he had no reason to ask […]

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