“THIS is why we came to Theodore Roosevelt National Park!”, I thought to myself while quietly gazing through the windshield of our motorhome. Driving through the untouched vast terrains while witnessing many different geological wonders, roaming buffalo and other wildlife, I wondered why it took us so long to visit.
While exploring Theodore Roosevelt National Park in North Dakota, we camped at Cottonwood Campground inside the park. It’s located just five miles from the National Park’s South Unit park entrance. Our plans were originally to camp three nights. Due inclement weather, we ended up staying a few more days. But it was more than the cold rain that kept us there!
During our travels, we’ve visited and toured some remarkable exhibits that have ached our hearts. Our Country’s history is not without sadness, shame and embarrassment. We were educated by visiting these places and exhibits in ways we’ve never thought possible. If any good comes out of visiting these places, its to create an understanding of the progress our Nation’s made over the years.
There’s been a few times through our travels that’s left us extremely emotional. I don’t mean emotional elation, awestruck, or amazement. I’m talking about emotional disbelief, anger and sadness. In this blog, we’ll tell you about one that painfully dug deep into our hearts and daggered our souls from a human standpoint but also our deep respect for the wild.
It’s our story about the ‘Fall of the American Bison’.
Not far from the Salt Lake City, Utah, Antelope Island links itself to the mainland by a causeway. We could see the vast Great Salt Lake from both sides. But that wasn’t white sand beaches we saw. It was salt; hence, why it’s called “the Great Salt Lake”. But ironically we didn’t go to see the Antelope. Instead, we went to see the Bison!