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Horse Day
Friends, we went out in the middle of the day to see what we could see. The wild horses of TRNP were abundant and standing on the road, stopping traffic as they often do. The sky was blue and filled with the puffy clouds of summer, temperature in the low 80s and a perfect day in the North Dakota badlands. til Tomorrow MJ
From the Top
Friends, thia is the view from the top of wind canyon looking north from the hiking trail. These large blocks of sandstone have fallen from the hill and some have been so eroded by wind and rain that they have holes all the way through their bulk. The banks rise above the Little Missouri River sometimes called locally the Little Muddy or Little Misery, depending on your mood for the day. The day that we visited, the sky was beautiful with cumulus clouds dominating this scene. til Tomorrow MJ
Wind Canyon
Friends, going through the Theodore Roosevelt National Park, we come to a small parking lot near the north end of the road. The sign says Wind Canyon and a short trail leads you to the top of the canyon where you can see carved figures of sandstone below you, like this golden man standing on a pedestal. A gigantic tree is growing from the bottom of the canyon, but a warning, the trail to the canyon bottom is wicked. You can slide on the sandstone to the bottom, but coming back up, you not only fight gravity but sandstone is so smooth that getting any purchase on the rock is difficult. til Tomorrow MJ
Painted Canyon
Friends, this view is the first view that most visitors from the east see from the overlook along Interstate Highway 94. This is called Painted Canyon and is part of Theodore Roosevelt National Park in western North Dakota. Some never see the rest of the park, but those who do, usually fall in love with the red hills, wild animals and great trails. In the days to follow, i will take you to some of my favorite places in the park, enjoy til Tomorrow MJ
Weekly Challenge: Room
Friends, this is room to wander in the badlands of North Dakota, this rock has enough room to sit and watch the sunrise over the foggy hills. It is a place near and dear to my heart, where my mother was raised and i wandered as a child visiting beloved grandparents. The clouds are mares tails, reminding me of the wild horses who still roam the park (Theodore Roosevelt National Park). This is the first of several posts from this region, enjoy til Tomorrow MJ






