Native Americans declared the lands "BAD."

Highlighting the third day on the trail was the awesome cliffs comprising The Badlands National Park.  A scenic loop through this park was a wonder to behold – in the middle of prairie land, grasses, corn and hills.  As far as the eye can see, fields of grain (as in amber waves of…) give way to grassy hills beyond description. They are not rolling hills as in East Arkansas, but unbelievable humpy hills.  Fields of sunflowers reaching for light add a different dimension, and then, all at once, the limestone/sandstone rock formations jut skyward.  Coming out of the Badlands, back onto more of the prairie, we saw colonies of prairie dogs perched upright looking at our covered wagon ambling across the landscape.