The Badlands National Park

For centuries humans have viewed the Badlands with a mix of dread and fascination.  The Lakota called it mako sica; the French les mauvaises terres a traverser; Americans call it Bad Lands.  The region with its peaks and valleys of delicately banded colors slashes through the great prairie grasslands stretching for miles.   Even on a not very hot day there was not an animal or scarce an insect astir; nothing blooming; and utter loneliness marked the Bad Lands.

OK there are world class fossils here.

It is all tan with a few hints of color.  Look in one direction at Badlands; the other direction was prairie.

Truth?  After a couple of hours we were ready to roll on back to the Black Hills.  In fact, by the end of the day (2 short hikes, a ranger talk, and a few miles on the Park road) we just drove by the scenic pull outs.  What scene could entice me out of the a/c car?