North Dakota, man! What a trip! I drove the whole state yesterday from east to west, landing in Medora, the home of Theodore Roosevelt National Park.
On the way I saw more species of birds than I'd ever expected. Screw counts. Among others, I saw Pelicans. What?! Who knew there were Pelicans in North Dakota?
Teddy Roosevelt NP was full of other surprises. In a landscape that looks like the desert and the prairie collided-- with bare rock formations studded with sage brush, and lush green grasses and flowers -- I saw two HERDS of wild Buffalo and more than 40 wild horses. I will not even mention the "eeping" of thousands of prairie dogs. Then, of course, there was the one lone bull buffalo that decided to come directly up to my car to say hello. I wasn't scared at all.... Did I mention that they snort? It's a wonderful sound.
Anyhow, I am beyond enamored by the chance to see some big animals in their natural habitat. The spirit of the west tugs at my heartstrings. However, the infrastructure of the oil industry on either side of the park is a heavy reminder that the land of the buffalo is more like I glimpse into the land of the past.
Now, onto Montana.