This month I am working in the Eastern Dakota region of the states and while taking a long winding detour from Sioux Falls to Fargo, I discovered a fabulous little sculpture park off of I-90!
I was driving West toward Hwy 81 with the hopes of exploring some rural decay that I had made note of earlier in the week when out of the blue a ginormous bull head broke appeared in the horizon. There was absolutely no doubt to argue with, I was gonna get off at the next exit and get up close and personal with this Bull head! Seriously, what kind of art loving curious drifter would I be if I just passed by? Not a very adventurous one, for sure.
My heart dropped when I got off the exit and saw a sign that the park was closed for the season. I had to see it. So I continued on and thought that maybe there was a house or a contact number or something that I could contact and get in.. There was nothing! No signs, except CLOSED, and no information that I could find. But luck would have it the gate was not completely closed. I immediately parked Teddi, my car, and walked the half mile dirt stoney road that lead to the park itself.
Anyway, the park is a quirky little artist space that is definitely worth the stop during the summer season, especially if you are on an epic American road trip and love to support local artists. The open landscape surrounding the park adds this otherworldliness to the experience, at least it did for this Jersey Girl.
Check out more of the photos and story at Chasing my Shadow and also check out Porter Sculpture Park !
This past week, my BFFFFF (that’s best friend foreva eva, like since the dorms and a meal plan!) Zoe took the Badlands and the surrounding areas by storm and made them worse. Exhibit A: See above. That’s me with my new friends Yukon and Tilly. They are male models. That is not a joke, you snarky judge! These two charmers convene outside Rapid City, SD with more rugged gents of their ilk and don 19th century costumes to portray TRAPPERS and MOUNTAIN MEN! Drinking a Bud Light with these two might be the apex of my life. Tilly (left) has his own face tattooed on his bicep, and taught me the colorful phrase “Kiss my ass and call me Christmas!” Yukon (right) is the more sedate of the pair, enabling Tilly’s alcoholic ramblings, but when Zoe declined a beer (she’s gluten free or in AA or something), he offered to buy her a “sodey.” I almost fainted into his wiry arms, so thrilled was I to hear the word “sodey” deployed in real life/in the 21st century. Unrelated, I also heard a waitress pronounce a certain salad dressing as “Eye-talian,” never heard that in real life either. I swoon for the Great Plains!
Our trusty Toyota Yaris, Ferdadando. We got a hatchback and everywhere we go yo we gets laughed at.
Your car looks fine (ahem, stifles laugh). Must have been a great adventure!
Check out the whole post here and do visit Elizabeth Greenwood !
“A pinch pot named “Jeremy” by Cindy at Jenny Gulch Pottery & Art. “
What a face!
Check out nononosarang !
“Picture 2: My vacation to the Badlands in South Dakota; amazingly beautiful and stark and lonely all at the same time.”
Great foot toemail photo! Looks like very rugged country. Badlands.
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