There’s the sign: TallGrass Prairie Preserve. And so we drive slowly across the giant “cattle” guard and down the gravel road. Inching along. Music blaring. Binoculars ever ready. Cameras poised. Eyes peeling the horizon. Hardly breathing (humming). Driving. Driving and looking. Stopping. Looking. Didn’t the website say that they had herds of bison? Like, about [...]
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