On big trip out to the Maah Daah Hey, Galen and I traveled deep into the buffalo heartland, where two hundred years ago millions of bison roamed. My sentiments on bison still need to be gathered up and put into words, but my depth of feeling can be suggested by the how much bisoniana I gathered. Below is some of it. (I did not get pictures of the bison in either unit of the Theodore Roosevelt National Park [$20 is too much for a drive around the park!] or of the signs for various housing developments in Watford City, North Dakota: Buffalo Hills, Blue Bison, Bison Meadows, Bison Run…)
Seen on I-94 somewhere in western Minnesota:
Me in front of the The World’s Largest Buffalo at the National Buffalo Museum in Jamestown, North Dakota:
Two of the members of the small herd that belongs to the museum and lives in the hilly park below the statue:
Two white buffalo also live there, but I only saw one (after Galen’s sharp eye picked it out), and couldn’t get a photo.
A buffalo head in a restaurant in Jamestown:
My bike perched on a bluff on the Maah Daah Hey Trail south of Medora, the day before the race:
The sign on the Buffalo Gap gift shop in Medora:
A bison magnet, purchased in the Buffalo Gap shop:
A bison cookie cutter, also purchased at the Buffalo Gap:
Another bison head, this one in the lobby of the hotel where we registered for the race:
And finally, a crappy buffalo (reading a book entitled Drilling for Dummies) on the side of a portapotty at the first aid station in the race:
