I am not sure yet if the Dakotas are as nifty as Montana. I am getting a little bored driving through prairie, but there have been some nice bits. Last night I camped at Teddy Roosevelt National Park, an impressive collection of funky colored ridges and buttes. I saw deer, bison, elk, wild horses (much the same as regular horses until you realize what you're seeing), coyotes, and, best of all, prairie dogs. There were prairie dog towns all over the park, and they are so freaking cute. And not very afraid of people, in some parts. I probably could have reached out and pet one. I didn't, of course. Cute, but sharp teeth.
That's about it for excitement for the last couple days. I have a lot of funky things on my list - world's largest bison, world's largest bison head, world's largest fish sculpture, and the birthplace of Lawrence Welk. But so far none of these have materialized. So we'll see about the Dakotas.
And now for what you've been waiting for:
Loneliest Road In America:
Tach on the Alkali Flats: