Woody Cavenaugh

This morning we were in Cody Wyoming, the plan was to hellride to The Badlands, and then hellride at least as far away as Nebraska, but our plans are always...fluid. We got distracted by Bighorn National Park and Shell Falls. So we decided briefly to catch Devils tower. The KOA there plays Close Encounters of the Third Kind every night at sunset. That would have been fun. But that would mean not getting to The Badlands until tomorrow and that would mean driving all night to get us back home on schedule. So our new plan the "A" plan we stuck with was to reserve a kabin at the KOA of The Badlands drive strait through it via the park and then the next morning go out and see the park for an hour or two.

Remember what I said about plans being fluid?

Do you happen to hold any stock in the idea of reincarnation? Well if you do, you will understand what I'm about to say, and if you don't, just bare with me for a sentence or two. I am pretty sure my lovely bride hunted bison with spear and stone tools in this very spot long long ago.

We arrived at The Badlands right at sunset and spent more than an hour photographing the sunset, the moonrise, and the vistas where the deer and the antelope play. We took their pictures too. The digital camera has no trouble with shooting in low light so long as you can hold the camera steady enough for a long exposure. We have a tripod, so that was easy, and the photos are spectacular. In the morning early we will be back.

It was about 10pm when we hit the KOA just outside of the park. We have had no dinner, I don't think either of us mind. We made a decision to be in that place at that hour, and I for one do not regret that decision for one minute. Digging around in my bag I found a bottle of whiskey, and a tin of altoids. Bon Apetitie from The Badlands....