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LILLIAN CROOK: WildDakotaWoman — Go Play Outside: The South Dakota Edition Of My Road Trip With A Friend

In his 1989 book “The Lost Continent,” Bill Bryson wrote, “It’s an awful place (Wall, S.D.), one of the world’s worst tourist traps, but I loved it and I won’t have a word said against it.” I was born in western South Dakota, yet I have only one adult memory of visiting Wall, just a stop on a road trip with a friend …


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MARTIN C. FREDRICKS IV: Four The Record — Let’s Not Allow A Refinery Near Theodore Roosevelt National Park

I grew up in Medora, N.D. It was the 1970s, about the time a previous oil boom was running full-tilt in the western part of the state. The air was still fresh and clean, whitetails walked down an empty Main Street in the early evenings this time of year, and the 100 or so souls who called the place home …


LILLIAN CROOK: WildDakotaWoman — ‘Keep Your Eyes On The Stars And Your Feet On The Ground,’ writes Theodore Roosevelt, And So We Do!

Monday, Jim and I loaded up the Highlander with our camping gear and pointed it in the right direction — west! We were headed to our national park, Theodore Roosevelt National Park, for a night at Cottonwood Campground. Readers of my husband’s blog know that we are big-time campers. Tenters.  He writes about one of our most memorable trips taken this …

MARTIN C. FREDRICKS IV: Four The Record — Jobs? All It Takes Is A Huge Set of Ball … Gags

The recent gag orders from the White House — I have but two words: Freakin’. Brilliant. The Don said he’d create jobs, right? Well, let me tell you, the pingpong ball, tennis ball, cord and handkerchief manufacturers of the good ol’ USA are tip-toein’ across their shop floors today. The latest numbers I found at the U.S. Office of Personnel Management …

MARTIN C. FREDRICKS IV: Four The Record — Dad, Me And The Lightning Show That Lives On

The front porch of our little, off-white stucco house in Medora, N.D., was a magical place to be on hot, muggy summer evenings. I’d sit on Dad’s lap while he rocked in his chair, watching heat lightning writhe across the buttes that form a high wall on one side of town. The clouds seemed to gather on the ridges and the sparks would …