To and through badlands

Slept in, showered, and got breakfast at the hotel before heading to badlands national park. Got a bit lost on the way, but are it through. Drove Nellie for three hours to give Dave a break. Google took us on a nice dukes of hazard ride through dirt roads to get to the primitive camp site.

Hiked up the hill to the manmade rock piles to get a cell signal. The state is so flat that two towers could cover the whole state, except for valleys.

Went for a Dave Grant hike through the brush and loaded up with burrs. Got back to camp and split 4 beef ramen packets for dinner.

Then the morons came. Loads of them. Vans of them. Cars of them. Every freetard in South Dakota showed up just as the sun started setting.

There was the serial killer, the Boy Scout troop, the nerdy white guy with a nerdy black friend, the redneck troubled marriage, and of course, the stinking hippies.

Dave and I turn in early while these morons are still getting settled.' They will get theirs at first light . . . . When Dave and I loudly pack our tents into Nellie and take a few victory laps around the campground.

The earplugs worked for both of us. Up early, coffee, oscar mike.

Buffalo on the road and cell signal. Pretty drive through the park. Then Nellie was ready to hungry hungry hippo some miles after a gas breakfast. On to Kansas City.