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My dad and I stopped in the Badlands for one night on our trip out west. We drove down the Sage Creek Road and saw many prairie dogs and buffalo until we reached the Sage Creek Campground. It was extremely windy, but we eventually were able to set up camp. Later, we hiked around the hills and saw even more prairie dogs living in a community where there were hundreds of holes. We climbed up a hill and saw a herd of buffalo off in the distance, but little did we know that we would have a close encounter with that herd the next day. We took a break and made dinner, which consisted of grilled chicken that we had bought in Wall. We were roughing it because we had no barbecue or honey mustard sauce to baste it in.
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