Returning home from our road trip to Alaska in 2022, it occurred to me that there were just two of the United States that I had not visited. I had never so much as set foot in either North Dakota or South Dakota. It may not be surprising that I had missed these. They are far from population centers and don’t host as many national conferences and meetings as Florida, California, or Illinois. Barbara had visited South Dakota but not North so when we found ourselves with a window of opportunity between the High Holidays and the onset of serious winter, we decided a quick road trip of 5,000 kilometers was in order.
With our window limited to just three weeks and much distance to cover, we made a beeline for Fargo without much faffing about. Just four days after pulling out of our driveway, we arrived in Fargo ND having camped our way through the intermediary states. Neither Fargo nor Bismark a few hours further down the road had a lot to capture our attention but another day found us in Theodore Roosevelt National Park.
I can’t say enough about the quiet beauty of this park which receives a fraction of the visitors of Yosemite or the Grand Canyon. And in late October, the number of guests drops to a trickle. With water and other services already shut off for the winter, we had our pick of campsites inside the park. Just $5 per night with a Golden Age Park Pass. ($10 for youngsters).
The park has a northern and a southern unit. The northern is even less visited then the southern. There were greeted with dark skies filled with stars, a waxing moon, and even a comet! The temperatures in the Northern Unit dipped to near freezing at night but we were cozy and warm in VanGo! under a thick down comforter. A warm hat and wool socks helped keep the extremities warm as well.
One of the main attractions of these parks are the large number of bison that roam ad libitum throughout the park. These massive creatures are mostly quiet and chill but visitors are warned to stay at least several bus lengths away from them. They can get ornery if they feel you are in their personal space. On a day hike we encountered one just a few feet from the trail and had to stray deep into the brush to give him a wide swath. He took little interest in us.
The parks other attraction is its stunning geology including giant egg-shaped formations called concretions. These formed underground and were exposed when the sedimentary rock around them eroded. Even geologists are not sure exactly how they formed.
Feeling there was still more to see, the pressure of time pushed us south into the other Dakota. This was my last state. I celebrated with a photo at the Geological Center of the United States and used the rest room at the visitor’s center there.
In South Dakota we visited Custer State Park, Badlands National Park, the Black Hills, Mount Rushmore, and the Crazy Horse Memorial, which was begun in 1948 and is still being sculpted out of a mountain face today with at least another 50 years of work left to go. When complete, it will be many times the size of Mount Rushmore. Fun fact: Crazy Horse’s visage is the work of the imagination of the sculptor. No known photograph of Crazy Horse exists.
Our son and his space dog Laika met us for the weekend in Custer and we splurged on an AirBnB for the four of us. Asher wanted to see Mount Rushmore, where we had gone a few days earlier. Unfortunately (for Laika) dogs are not permitted on the viewing plaza. I waited with her outside, while Barbara and our son visited the monument. People love a dog! I was approached dozens of times by men, women, and children who wanted to say hello to Laika! People also wanted to know what kind of dog she was. I replied that she was of the breed canus nonspecificus, which seemed to satisfy the curiosity. Laika enjoyed the attention, which perhaps compensated for her missing the stone visages of Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln, and the pince nez’d Theodore. She didn’t say one way or another.
All too soon, it was time for Laika and his boy to head back west and for us to begin the long journey home. As we headed back east, we stopped in Chamberlain, S.D. home to the Dignity of Earth and Sky sculpture and the South Dakota Hall of Fame. There I was surprised to see L. Frank Baum claimed by South Dakota as their own. I knew that he had lived in New York State and in California but hadn’t realized he had lived in S.D. as well. The Hall of Fame honored him for his role in the women’s suffrage movement of which I had also been largely unaware. I should have known: His Dorothy and Ozma didn’t tolerate any mansplaining from the know-it-all and decidedly male Wogglebug. (Incidentally, Ozma may have been the first trans kid in children’s lit transitioning from male to female in The Land of Oz (1904), the sequel to The Wizard of Oz.)
Finally, we stopped in Mitchell, S.D. to visit the “World Famous” Corn Palace. The interior of the building is not very remarkable. Most of it is taken up with a basketball arena. But the exterior is a façade of images made of corn cobs and is changed every year.
Leaving there, we plowed into Iowa and sped toward home and obligations.
Friends upon hearing my new boast about having been to all 50 of these United States often ask if I have a favorite. I don’t. There is not a place in this country, indeed on this planet that doesn’t host its own special and unique sources of beauty and wonder. We found Dakotans to be warm and friendly, the culture interesting and engaging, and the natural beauty of those states breathtaking in its vastness and solitude. Like many spots I have visited, I left there with a sense that there was much still to explore yet all too aware of the strong likelihood I will never return.
The world’s a narrow bridge; fear nothing.