It rained every day of our trip, usually in the afternoons or evenings. On the first day, my tent mate and I had just gotten settled into our lodgings when the distant storm clouds started rolling our way. We watched from the class van as wind, rain, and hail pelted the nylon structure, bending to into a 45 degree angle with the ground. Afterwards, we were relieved to find that through our sleeping bags were a bit soggy, our tent and other belongings had survived. Our neighbors, however, were not so lucky.
When it wasn't raining, we enjoyed the South Dakota wildlife. Here I am in my field gear next to Wall Drug's giant jackalope. Though I saw many mounted specimens, I didn't find the strange creature in the prairies. Instead, squeaking prairie dogs populated these plains.
