Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Days 26-27: Black Hills, South Dakota (aka "I WANNA SEE A BUFFALO FOR REALS")

I WANNA SEE A BUFFALO.  Seriously, for reals.

I'm sorry, but totally overrated.  Mostly because it's like thirty bucks to even get close to the thing.  We snapped this from the car on the way OUT of the line to buy tickets.  
Sidenote: poor Teddy, his face is all smashed in there.

Didn't know this view existed. 


Exploring Sylvan Lake (technically in Custer State Park)


There's actually a reason why we have this picture.  Check out the video below.  Caption should be something along the lines of "Uh...what's crawling around in the weeds over there...?!"



  
We got a ton of these gray pictures, but then -- of course -- the sky cleared up just as we were leaving.  Fortunately we managed to get a few good ones in the last few minutes.




Somewhere in that black blob is a dog shaking off ice-cold water...

She looks vaguely fish-like.

"See look, I brought you like THREE pine cones.  We can play fetch ALL DAY."
"Come on, get in the car."
"THROW THE CONE."










Ok, this looks promising.  There must be SOME buffalo in here.
By the way, here's the answer to the question I know you're asking: is it buffalo or bison?

"Wow, they're really hyping up the whole buffalo thing here.  They actually put a statue in the middle of a campsite..."

WAIT NO IT'S REAL.

Ok, so we saw one.  Good enough.  Not exactly what we were hoping for, but good enough.
Wait, what are those two blobs on that hill?

Can't...quite...make it out...

Thank you, zoom lens.  That's THREE.


At this point, it was getting dark and about time to head back to Rapid City.  Then we turned off onto a random dirt road and ran into a park ranger.  "Drive a mile down the road and keep going until you see it," he says... 

Ok.

Driving...driving...driving...driving...driving...

First sighting.

Second sighting.

And then they were pretty much everywhere.









This may not look like much, but these guys just kept coming...like RIGHT at the car.  And their horns were pretty much at eye level with us.  We sort of just drifted along with the herd for five minutes until we were free.*
*In retrospect, that wasn't as good of a story as I had hoped. 





We later learned that this is a mule deer...

...and this is a pronghorn.

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