I've managed to avoid any further run-ins with bison carcasses (although the prairie dogs are abundant) and aggressive wild horses. I did, in standard graceful fashion, take a nosedive into a massive mud puddle just before going to dinner (Pitchfork Fondue - yowza) with my family. It has rained on and off since we've been here, which is unusual for this area. Hence all the green. Today it only poured once; we're hoping the next cycle holds off long enough for us to have dinner at the campsite rather than fleeing to a restaurant. We are so not equipped for actual camping. I would like to be doing more hiking, but the rest of my family is not equipped for that, either. Come to think of it, I'm not either, really...and that's what comes of packing at 2am for a 6:30am flight.
But all of that is side commentary on the main thing, which is that even though I sometimes wish for a bit more time away from the family, or doing something other than what we are doing, I really love it here in the badlands. I grew up visiting here, and even more so having the love for it nurtured in me through my dad's stories about it. It's really hard to be frustrated or cynical when I'm looking up at these hills, and that, I suspect, is about as much vacation as anyone can expect.