Little Coach on the Prarie

With apologies to Laura Ingalls Wilder, whose little house on the prairie we drove past to get to Rapid City, South Dakota, the coach is dwarfed on the prairie almost as much as her little house was. Grass in every direction as far as the eye can see. The Badlands looming way off in the distance, the Missouri River tearing its way through the sparsely treed hills and valleys, the deer and coyotes by the roadside- all sights to behold as we cruised across the prairie on a day when the wind was whipping to 40 mph and we were, as we had hoped, "tumbling along with the tumbling tumble weed." Before us, a week to explore the Badlands, the Black Hills, Custer State Park, Wall Drug, Mt. Rushmore, Sturgis, and whatever else we can comfortably fit in.