Imlay, South Dakota

Today, we’re deep in the  badlands. We were just driving along with the windows down and the music blaring, when we decided to take a dirt road into the unknownness. Ten minutes down, we encountered an endless field of sunflowers – growing wild and free in the prairie.

“I’m going to my own hearth-stone
Bosomed in yon green hills, alone,
A secret nook in a pleasant land,
Whose groves the frolic fairies planned;
Where arches green the livelong day
Echo the blackbird’s roundelay,
And vulgar feet have never trod
A spot that is sacred to thought and God.”

– Ralph Waldo Emerson

South Dakota continuously calls my name and I shall again answer soon, indeed, because this place has my heart.