As we exited the Black Hills on State Road 85, flat farms (not a tree in sight) took over the scenery. You could see for miles and see no one, just beef cattle and the occasional herd of antelopes. Surprisingly we saw a number of oil derricks in the northwestern section of South Dakota.
Upon crossing into North Dakota the landscape started to change as we climbed to the highest point of N.D, Crested White Butte. Low and behold as we went through Bowden there was white stuff everywhere, YES, it was snow for the next 80 or so miles, covering the fields, roof tops, roadsides and the grasslands of the High Plains.
At one point it was only 34 degrees. This stretch follows alongside the Roosevelt National Park - South Section. This park has two distinctly different parts.
The "bad lands" of North Dakota sneaked up on us and was quite a change,
as the snow had departed. It was a land of sharp ridges, colorful spires, buttes, deep gorges, steeped walled canyons, gullies, weathered by wind and water of the Little Missouri River.
This road parallels the North Roosevelt National Park. We made several stops as Bob ignored the rain and howling wind to take some photos. This area was a sweeping vista of the last bits of wilderness in the northern Great Plains. You could look for miles and see no sign of civilization.
We returned to rolling hills, filled with beef cattle, farms and oil wells and the occasionally butte. We arrived in Williston amidst the cold rain and wind. We were all freezing and don our winter ski coats.
Tomorrow we head north to Canada.
We left Rapid City, S.D., this morning in a heavy mist which followed us through the Black Hills. It looked much like photos I have seen of Ireland, lush green hills and meadows covered with a heavy mist.