Sounds weird to say it, I know. I think original place names were scarce in the early 1800s. There is even a Harvard Park in Boston. In Ohio.
Since I had taken a wrong turn that put me within 3 miles of Cuyahoga Valley National Park, I figured I'd stop in and feed my obsession. The Boston Store has been converted to a visitor's center, and the ranger directed me to the nearby Brandywine Waterfall that I could walk to with the dogs.
I got the girls safely inside the room at the Badlands Inn during the crazy thunder and hail storm this morning, only to turn around and lock myself outside. UGH!
Once I got a hold of someone who could let me in, I found that it was raining right through the closed window, and about four feet into the room.
The kicker? My little camp trailer stayed perfectly dry inside.
Stormy sunset view from the new second-floor room
Yellow mounds
Whoo hoo!
Paleontology lab
Beasts
Prickly pear
Evening history lesson
General Custer Fell Here
Little Bighorn Memorial
Sun set for so many