Still More Badlands

My brother follows the other hikers, into the heart of the Badlands.
A look into an area that no car can ever go. These places are not all that easy on foot either. 
The area is quite hot, but there is little humidity. The hiker, and explorer who bring enough water, and are willing to spend some time walking, can see parts of the park unknown to the casual tourist.
A layer of harder rock, has protected this wall, somewhat, from the forces of nature, allowing it to outlive the other formations in the area. It can be seen that gravity has done it's work, here, where water could not. A view of the lower areas show the tumbled rocks, that had protected much of the formation. A small, broken, protective mantle remains, but the soft, mudstone can be seen to be eroding, and the few capstones left will ultimately join the other rocks below.
A chaotic, but telling view of the relentless work of water on soft stone. Water laid these beds down, eons ago, and the eye completes their bedding lines, even where they are broken, off in the distance. It is the water, that brought them here, so long ago, that now takes them away. 
Low rounded hills. These are old structures, and their days are numbered. The grass waits patiently for their demise.
Another structure which had received a random cover of protective rock. A few harder rocks remain atop the formation, giving rise to strange looking turrets, at the peak of the structure. Erosion will undermine and tumble these rocks, as it already has done to their companions littering the ground below. 
The newer structures towards the edge of the park.
Another view of the low rounded hills, with a closer view of grass, and even flowers, growing in the flattened areas.
The rather artificial environment of our campground. Outside of the watered area, regular grass does not grow. A nice watered lawn, in the middle of the semi desert. The camp grounds were kept up very nicely.
The two mighty adventurers, and seekers of truth (also known as tourists) roughing it in their campground at the Badlands. These intrepid adventurers, are seen here, taking a break (and filling their faces).
The mighty campmobile, at a well deserved rest. The shadows are growing long, and evening approaches. We anticipate the evening, with a sigh of relief. The temperatures in the Badlands can easily top one hundred degrees during the day. The nights, however, are always cool. This is said to be due to the elevation, and to the dry clear air, which does not hold the heat of the day very well.
A rabbit, which wandered into our campground. This is only one of the many rare and exotic creatures found in this striking place. 
A look at the small formations surrounding our campgrounds.
Sunset from the lower prairie, in the Badlands. The end of a very satisfying, and happy day. Don't go to sleep just yet, though. There are night prowls in the Badlands, where rangers will escort groups out onto the lower prairie after dark. These are preceded by the evening talks. 
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