After a while, winter begins to wear me down with its constant grey skies, freezing temperatures, and cold and flu season. My family often takes this opportunity to reflect on the warmth and sunshine of our previous summer vacation.
Lately, when I become so cold I cannot warm up, I remember the Badlands. It was 102 degrees when we were there last summer, though we also experienced ping-pong ball sized hail and a torrential downpour, all within three hours of one another. We had a blast. If you’ve never been there, the Badlands feel like the desert, only far more beautiful. The caverns and small canyons are filled with stunning color and the lighting is just incredible. Be warned: the temperature can become stifling, and there is nowhere to find respite from the sun. However, once winter returns with its frigid embrace, you’ll be thankful to have experienced such warmth.
A Patriot in Prague 