An incredible expanse of striped, disintegrating rock lies just a few minutes away from our new home. The badlands of Dubois are a fascinating glimpse into the past, where layers of color splash against blue skies, and birds of prey soar above the heavily-textured formations.
I was lucky enough to gain a spot on the Mason Draw Trek, led by the local museum, and learned about volcanic eruptions, fossils, and wildlife along the way.
It's so incredible to see such different terrain as you turn in a circle, here...rolling hills and tree-blanketed mountains on one side, and the red rocks on the other.
Gleaming emerald swallows dove from the cliffs as we made our way past burrows, giant ant hills, and scattered bones fracturing under the intense, high-altitude sun.
Along the way, we spotted a lone bighorn sheep resting high above the cliffs, overlooking her domain. I recently read that each ewe will go off on their own to give birth and bond with their babies, so I fancy that's what she was waiting patiently for, up there!
Zooming into a much more diminutive subject, this prickly horny toad blended flawlessly into his clay-colored surroundings.
The entire hike was a tribute to the badlands, and our photo-hungry group enjoyed every minute of the unspoiled wilderness!