We’ve reached the last day of our South Dakota trip, which might have been the sweatiest. Pro tip: hiking in the Badlands during the middle of the day is not the best idea.
Our third day in South Dakota might just have been my favorite. But I also really loved the fourth day, so maybe don’t ask me which day was my favorite—I loved all of them!
We had been planning on waking up leisurely on this trip. No alarms, nothing to remind us that soon we would have to go back to our real life of real jobs and real alarms that go off way too early in the morning. We even brought ingredients to make french toast on our camp stove. We were going to go all. out. And then we decided to wake up early enough to see Mount Rushmore at sunrise. Oops.
Earlier this summer, my mom and I took a road trip out to South Dakota. With one day driving there and one day driving back, we spent four jam-packed days exploring western South Dakota (and eastern Wyoming!): two national parks, two national monuments, one national historic site, and one state park! Over the next few days, I’ll be sharing what we did and where we went each day, along with some of my favorite photos from each day!
A/N: I have been working on this blog post for over a month, and it’s gone through various edits and revisions. Nothing seems right. After all, how can I sum up all that Overland has meant to me in one measly blog post? I don’t think I can ever truly write exactly everything I want about the adventures I’ve had and the friends I’ve made. If I could, I’m not sure I’d want to. If you’ve done an Overland trip, you know. And that’s all I need.
I’ve pretty much had a camera attached to my hip for as long as I can remember. It’s always been a part of my life; I’ve always relished the opportunity to learn more about photography from anyone and everyone I could. Last summer I even traveled to London with National Geographic for the sole purpose of spending two weeks immersing myself in photography. Basically, you could say that I spend a lot of time with my camera in hand.
Yet here I am, at the end of a week with my very last Overland group (which I’ll touch on more in another later blog post) having not taken a single photograph. And it almost feels good.