Badlands, North Dakota







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I got stopped for speeding when Maps sent me on a wild goose chase down a gravel road. The cop asked me what I was doing in Fargo. I explained I was returning from the Badlands where I’d been doing some work. “Only beautiful place in the state”, he said. I disagreed.
And I resisted asking him if he’d seen the movie. He’d only given me a warning after all...