There has never been a time, while driving to Montana, that my thoughts haven't gone to the American pioneers, traveling west in their stagecoaches, enduring unimaginable hardships along the way. And here we were today, flying through North Dakota with a speed limit of 75 on I-94, with our own hardships. The prairie bonnet was flapping in the strong wind and restrooms seemed to be far and few between. (smile)
The pictures you see are of the Painted Canyon in Teddy Roosevelt National Park in western North Dakota. Untouched by human hands. All of a sudden, out of the flat plains, you come across this sight. And once again, I ponder, what must the pioneers have thought on their first glimpse? We all come from such very strong stock. No doubt about it!
By the way, of interest, did you know there is a small town in western North Dakota named "Home on the Range?"