We smell bad. All it takes is 24 hours in the campground and/or backcountry for us to smell really bad. It's like super-duper awful "why don't y'all just do us a favor and stay out in the woods" bad. I don't even know why I bother bringing deodorant, especially since it's Tom's of Maine. I'm not a fan of dissing products online, but really, it doesn't work at all. I just smell like a place called "Lou's Gym" where the new office manager walks around lighting fruit-scented candles.
Anyhoo...
The next thing I remember was wind. Crazy wind. Worse than any Florida hurricane I've ever experienced (because the big ones always go around me) wind. It sounded capable of picking us all up and carrying us directly to Bismarck. It kept me awake for what seemed like an hour. When I finally managed to get to sleep again I passed the time dreaming something odd, but entertaining. We were on our annual camping weekend with our church friends at Ft. Wilderness and there was a huge thunderstorm. The Disney officials apologized profusely (because you KNOW they control the weather there) and put us all up in the newest high-end hotel. Then we decided to have some kind of convention and our friends Kim and Larry were going to do a portrait photography demo covering a niche genre on which I really cannot elaborate (not that they would ever do anything like it in real life). Then the wind stopped howling and the complete silence woke me up.
So I'm pretty sure I used up the maximum 800 words all blogs should keep within getting off on that nice little rabbit trail that has nothing to do with Badlands National Park except to warn you that it can be really, really windy here. I'll illustrate the rest of my point (oh, she had a point?) about the beauty of South Dakota with the photos.
Besides, it's my turn for the shower.
-Jenni