“I think he’s off in the Badlands, running around…” said a friend of mine back when I was in college and inquired where a mutual friend of ours was spending the summer. It was the first time I had heard of the Badlands and was instantly intrigued at a place with such a strange name. It wasn’t until about twenty years later that I finally found myself wandering about the Badlands National Park with AJ, on our road trip across the USA and I got to experience it for myself. Strange, desolate and oddly beautiful, the Badlands National Park seemed to go on forever. I can see why our friend wanted to spend a summer there.
Photo Essay: Badlands National Park, South Dakota
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