By V. Lori Hedges
At the beginning of our road trip, I said there are three staples that you need for the journey: traveling music, snacks, and a flexible travel plan. I guess Day Six of our epic road trip was our day to exercise flexibility.
The day began with us driving the four blocks from our hotel to Wall Drug for breakfast. If you’ve never been to Wall Drug, I can only describe it as a touristy destination filled with old west memorabilia mixed with souvenir baubles to create a massive sensory overload, and yet it still manages to be a fun place to stop. Just to warn you though, Wall Drug can be an expensive visit. Our pretty standard breakfast fare ended up being the most expensive breakfast I’ve ever paid for anywhere.
Despite that, after eating way too much, we perused the shops and exhibits, picking up a few new squished pennies to commemorate our visit. In one building we came face-to-face with a roaring animatronic T-rex, and in the “backyard” we took turns posing on various old-timey sets: a covered wagon, a jackalope, a miniature Mount Rushmore.





Then it was time to head out to our main destination for the day: Wounded Knee. With Google Maps leading the way, we set out on the hour and a half drive down a state highway. We hadn’t traveled too many miles when the highway suddenly turned into a gravel road. The farther we drove, the more remote it became, but what a beautiful drive!
For several miles the road was bordered by fields of sunflowers. In the distance we could see the Badlands while in the foreground prairie grass carpeted the fields. Every few miles we would pass a field full of prairie dog holes, with prairie dogs scampering around busily doing whatever it is that prairie dogs do. Periodically, we’d pass a sign that indicated we had entered or exited the Badlands National Park or the Badlands National Grasslands.
Suddenly we came over a rise and around a bend and in the fields and roadway in front of us was a large herd of bison roaming free. Those magnificent animals strolled back and forth across the road, unconcerned that they were holding up five or six cars who were waiting to pass through.
It was an amazing sight to see. We pulled over and hurriedly snapped photos from the safety of our vehicle. We inched our way through gaps in the herd, all the while listening to their grunts and snorts. Some of the bison were napping in the nearby fields or taking dust baths as they rolled around in the dirt. Calves played with other calves or nursed from their mothers. Others continually meandered back and forth across the road as if they couldn’t decide which side was better. One old male seemed frustrated that some of the others were ignoring his directions and his snorts became increasingly louder. I imagined how the same scene would have looked hundreds of years ago when there were a hundred times that many bison grazing on the plains.
What a treat it was to see those animals roaming wild and free. It honestly was one of my favorite experiences of the trip. (Just a reminder though: If you ever find yourself face-to-face with a bison, STAY IN YOUR CAR! They are large and powerful creatures that can very easily end you. Every year people die trying to take a photo with these animals. They are wild and unpredictable, and they are fast. Use a telephoto lens and shoot from your vehicle.)

After easing our way through the crowd of bison, we continued on our way. The scenery in that area of the country is just breathtaking. Photos can’t do it justice. It must be seen in person. After about 35 minutes of driving, we came to the entry gate of the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation on which Wounded Knee is located.
We were stopped by a very courteous young Lakota man who informed us that we would be unable to enter the reservation that day because of Covid-19 protocols. I knew that some reservations had suffered large outbreaks of Covid and had received little help from the government, but I never thought about the fact that they would need to close off access to Wounded Knee. He explained that to limit Covid spread, only individuals that had official business on the reservation could enter. “I’m sorry,” the young guard said, “but I’m going to have to turn you around.”
We thanked him for his kindness and wished him well and then did a U-turn and started back toward Wall. It was disappointing not to be able to pay our respects to the hundreds of natives who died at Wounded Knee, but it was more respectful to help protect them from their current death threat. Besides, I told my sister, if we hadn’t made the trip, we would never have seen the magnificent herd of bison. As far as I was concerned, the day trip was a complete success!
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