Went to South Dakota last week with my sons.  Quick getaway at the outset of summer.  Camped in the rain, hiked in the rain, while the Badlands went through their worst summer cold-snap in 60 years.  The high was 45.  I think that’s called timing.

But the Badlands were magnificent, as was this lone bull. 

Did we get dangerously close to him?  Heck no.  Zoom lens.  Black Hills came after, as did a series of warm, dry hotels.