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Badlands
The White River BADLANDS could be considered a pocket-sized cousin
to Arizona's Grand Canyon. Beyond the family resemblance, what's
most impressive about the "Badlandscape" is not its scale,
as at the Canyon, but rather its sheer strangeness. More than 35
million years ago this area of southwest South Dakota was a saltwater
sea; later it became a marsh, into which sank the remains of such
prehistoric mammals as sabre-toothed cats and three-toed horses,
to be covered with white volcanic ash. Drying as it evolved, the
terrain became unable to support the deep-rooted shrubs or trees
that might have preserved it, and over the last few million years
erosion has slowly eaten away layers of sand, silt, ash, mud and
gravel, to reveal rippling gradations of earth tones and pastel
colors. The crumbly earth is carved into all manner of shapes: pinnacles,
precipices, pyramids, knobs, cones, ridges, gorges or, if you're
feeling poetic, lunar sandcastles and cathedrals. The Sioux dubbed
these incredible contortions of nature Mako Sica , literally "land
bad"; early French trappers echoed that with Mauvaises Terres
à Traverser , or "bad lands to travel across";
they have also been aptly described as "hell with the fires
out." Despite this daunting reputation, animals such as bighorn
sheep, mule deer and prairie dogs are at home here, while on average
a million visitors pass through each year.
The most spectacular
formations can be found within the Badlands National Park , particularly
its northern sector, while the southern stretches are encompassed
by the poverty-stricken Pine Ridge Indian Reservation. Clean-cut
Wall , just a few miles north of the park boundaries, is the most
visited commercial center in the region.
Black
Hills
Our people knew there was yellow metal in little chunks up there,
but they did not bother with it, because it was not good for anything
.
- Black Elk, Oglala Sioux holy man
The timbered,
rocky BLACK HILLS rise like an island from a sea of rolling hills
and flat, grain-growing plains, stretching for a hundred miles between
the Belle Fourche River in the north and the Cheyenne to the south,
and varying in width from forty to sixty miles. For many generations
of Sioux, their value was and still is immeasurable. The Hills are
"the heart of everything that is," a kind of spiritual
safe, a place of gods and holy mountains where warriors went to
speak with Wakan Tanka (the Great Spirit) and await visions. They
were dubbed Paha Sapa, or Black Hills, even though they are actually
mountains (the highest, Harney Peak, rises 7242ft), and the blue
spruce and Norway pine trees that cover them only appear to be black
from a distance.
Imagining the
Hills to be worthless, the United States government drew up a treaty
in the mid-nineteenth century that gave them and most of the land
west of the Missouri River to the Indians. All such treaties were
destined to be broken when the discovery of gold turned the Indians'
Eden into the white explorers' El Dorado, and fortune-hunters came
pouring in. The story has an incomplete postscript: in 1980, the
US Supreme Court ordered the federal government to pay the Sioux
$105 million in compensation for the illegal seizure of the Hills
in 1877. After heated debate among Native American representatives,
this settlement was rejected and a steering committee subsequently
formed to campaign for the return of the Hills themselves to the
tribes. The legal battle continues, often hindered by a lack of
consensus among the tribes.
The Hills these
days are a major tourist destination, albeit attracting more Midwesterners,
driven stir-crazy by the endless plains, than international travelers
for whom forested hills may be less of a novelty. As yet, however,
despite the real danger of the entire area becoming an ersatz Western
theme park - as evidenced by its T-shirt stores, pseudo-historical
wax museums, cowboy supper shows and water slides - marketing and
merchandising aren't so extensive as to rob the Hills of all their
beauty or dignity.
The more thickly
wooded north is noted more for urban activities, with the casino
town of Deadwood its busiest spot. No place in the Hills is much
more than ninety minutes from the four presidential heads carved
into Mount Rushmore , but even more remarkable is Crazy Horse Mountain
, the world's most ambitious work-in-progress. In the shade of these
great monuments, the less spoiled southern hills are home to the
bison of Custer State Park and Wind Cave National Park, along with
the town of Hot Springs.
Finally, a word
about gold . Numerous outlets sell gold pendants of the area's distinctive
grape-leaf design. The Hills variety has a frosted finish and comes
in three shades - yellow, green and pink; the last two are alloys,
made by mixing gold with silver and copper or zinc.
East
of the Missouri
For tourists, little in eastern or central South Dakota can be considered
essential. Sioux Falls , the state's biggest city, is faceless but
handy. As one of the country's quietest and smallest capitals, Pierre
has its charms. Mitchell has a few curiosities, while Yankton ,
comfortably ensconced beside the Missouri across from Nebraska,
is a gem-like historic town draped with parks and picket fences,
with the excellent Lewis and Clark Recreation Area on its doorstep.
The town marks the start of an alternative cross-state route to
I-90, trundling through nearby Vermillion , home to the exceptional
Shrine to Music Museum (where the collection of musical instruments
from all over the world now includes one of Bill Clinton's saxophones),
plus the Rosebud and Pine Ridge reservations. About sixty miles
northwest of Sioux Falls, De Smet is known as "Little Town
on the Prairie" thanks to the autobiographical books of Laura
Ingalls Wilder. You can tour eighteen sites she mentions for smatterings
of history, pretty scenery and homely pride. Chamberlain , where
I-90 shoots down a steep bluff and over the Missouri River, provides
the most spectacular vistas in the eastern part of the state and
is home to the worthwhile Akta Lakota Museum and Cultural Center.
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