So without taking too much time to go over why I’m here [yet]; I’m sitting in a cheapo, nondescript motel in Wall, South Dakota. I spent most of the last two days on the road, looking at the countryside, trying to find radio stations, and thinking. I’ve needed some time to be alone with my thoughts the past few months. My blog has taken the punishment. I apologize, blog. And the 2 readers I think you still have with you.
But I’m here. In a town with a population of 810. I think, I could stay here, if it didn’t get busy like it does…. Sturgeous and Badlands National Park bring crazy amounts of people here in the summer. Now? Now, I’m about 1 of 6 cars in this whole village, that isn’t from here. 
Badlands National Park became my battle cry the past few days. To get here. To hike it, to camp in it, and to photograph it. I will fail at one and a half of those attempts. But. Considering I never told a soul where I was going, it’s ended up just as well. Except the temperature drop. Except the rain. Except that I didn’t bring all of my glass with. Aside from that; I offer simple proof of my existence. Me over the mountains of wet, shit, I climbed today. Metaphorically, I’m not sure the mountain amounts to a hill of beans for me, but its been cathartic.
