I shouldn't have, but I just couldn't resist. I took a speaking gig in Spearfish Canyon in the Black Hills of South Dakota when I should have stayed here and corrected papers and got myself ready for the weekend's wedding. But more than anything it was the opportunity to drive, twice, across South Dakota that buckled my better sense. I know most people find South Dakota no more stimulating than western Nebraska, but I love its open spaces. Besides, I took the time to spin through the Badlands twice (free with my new senior citizen National Park deal), once in the middle of a storm (check out the thin rainbow).
Everywhere you looked--everywhere you listened, and even if you didn't want to--meadowlarks sang their hearts out, their incredible piping, so intense, it seeped in right through closed car windows.
I shouldn't have gone, but I wouldn't have missed it for the world.