|Several days before getting
I camped at Theodore Roosevelt National Park. On the way into the
park, as I was getting ready to pay the ranger, a car pulled up to the
booth. Then I heard the driver yell at the ranger, "I
paid my money and I didn't see one damn buffalo!" "Not a
"What a rip-off!" Then he rolled up his window and sped off.
The ranger turned to me and said, "that happens a lot"' "Someone does the quick drive through, never gets out of their car and expects to see a buffalo like they are going to pop up from the machine after they paid their money." "Buffalo are not always on display." "They are often in back country." Then he saw my bike and said, "now that's really the way to see the park."
I took my time and was able to see prairie dog towns, interesting geology and yes, I did see a buffalo, but that was just the icing on the cake. It takes time and patience to see the world and it isn't always as one anticipates.
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My second bike trip across USA