The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly (if I may steal from Clint Eastwood)

We spent the last few days experiencing The Badlands.

We drove all of the main roads, stopped at almost all of the “viewpoints”, and took more pictures than photography should allow. We camped at the inner primitive Sage Creek Campground for 2 nights surrounded by mother nature and her creatures. And I’m still not sure how one describes it, majestic, awe inspiring, ancient? Desolate, rocky, barren? Windy, hot, overwhelming? All of these adjectives fit and in the vein of Clint Eastwood I have come to think of the Badlands as The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.

The good: the buffalo roaming through our camping area, the majestic beauty of the formations that were formed so long ago and are constantly changing, the echo of the past all around, the birds and Prairie Dogs, the sheer magnitude of the park, and the amazing people we have been fortunate to meet, once again.

The bad: well, the Indians did call it the Badlands for a reason, the formations are stark, ominous, even cold and sometimes barren looking, they make you feel small and insignificant, they make you think, and feel.

The ugly: the wind initially feels freeing, not to mention cooling, but 72 hours later, the wind is unrelenting, it wears on you, just as the heat did earlier in our trip, but when it stops, the heat is there and you want the wind to blow again, there is no escape from Mother Nature.

I guess you could say the Badlands, like all of us has many facets, some of which aren’t palatable all at once or to everyone. To have been able to briefly experience them all was a gift and something I highly recommend to all. Drive the road, camp in the outback in Sage Creek Campground. Witness the wind, the sun and the amazing sunsets. Spend time alone with the silence and the rocks. Watch the wildlife…watching you. 😄  Experience as much as you can, even if it makes you feel uncomfortable. Perhaps it will teach you something new. It certainly did me, and I was only there a few days.  I can only imagine what would be learned if one spent some real time amongst the formations.

The majestic formations.
We found a troll living in the Badlands!
Amazing growth in a land that appears to be barren.
The amazing color variations tell the age of the rocks. The yellows are really old!
Our campsite, affectionately we called it the Sun’s Anvil?
Peeping perv🤣

Rover Repair #3

We’ve had a periodic problem with the fuel system on the Rover. When the system is hot and we stop, restarting, usually on a steep uphill, the fuel line gets an air bubble in it that causes the Rover to be starved of fuel, which like all of us when we are starved, makes us cranky, and in the Rovers case makes her buck like a bronco. We have been a able to avoid stalling by quickly changing the gas to the opposite tank.

Today, we (the proverbial we, which actually means Darrin) are trying for a more lasting solution. Because the metal gas filter sits next to the engine, it gets really hot. We think because of this heat it is causing some expanding, contraction and boiling of the fuel as it heads to the carburetor, thus adding a few air bubbles where they shouldn’t be.

Darrin’s solution is to raid my pantry and insulate the gas filter with a peach can and a soup can. The peach can provides an air gap and the soup can lets air in when the fan turns on. This will hopefully avoid the contracting, heating and air bubbles. (Darrin’s version is much more technical with words like induction, and such. I put it into non-engineering human speak!)

Fingers crossed it works because when the Rover gets cranky, Darrin gets cranky😎

My mechanic at work.
All ready for assembly. Soup can, peach can, fuel filter, tinfoil and duct tape.
Assembly complete!
Installation complete. Fingers crossed!