We awaken to the sound of rain on the little vent above our sleeping area in the camper. Fortunately, it clears up in time for the drive, but the skies are still cloudy all day (sounds like a song.... )
As we are driving, we see a flock of wild turkeys in a field. We have seen beehives in every state except The Beehive State (Utah).
There are entire families of tumbleweeds, large and small, escaping to safety on the other side of I-94. The wind is so strong across the prairie that it bounces the RV sideways across the road.
ROADKILL: Porcupine
Far in the distance, we see pronghorn antelope grazing among the rounded hills covered with prairie grasses. They remind me of funny stuffed animals. There are fewer and smaller evergreens. Many of the other trees are turning yellow.
In the sandstone cliffs that appear occasionally among the grassy hillsides, there are erosion holes that were probably begun millions of years ago. Some of the cliffs have eroded into columns, so that they appear to be giant brown lawn leaf bags standing side by side at the edge of God's driveway.
Sometimes the wind has eroded the peaks and given them the appearance of little top hats, or mushroom caps. We stop at a scenic viewpoint in the National Grasslands, just over the North Dakota border. There is a tumbleweed stuck in the tow dolly and a smooshed cowpie on the roadside where we stop.
It is 75 degrees, windy and rainy when we arrive at our campground. For the first time, we have to don our raingear to take the car off the dolly and set up the water and electricity for the night.
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