From Sea Ranch in Northern California to our old ranch in South Dakota, rustic fences predominate in these photos. That fence hardly seems sufficient to fence in a dinosaur, but it has been keeping it confined for at least sixty years, when is when I first witnessed the concrete beast on my way to the Black Hills in Dakota. Petrified gardens and Wall Drug were must sees then, and still are. This cemetery sign is right across the street from the last remaining piece of land we still own in South Dakota.
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lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
I keep forgetting that you come from the premiere dinosaur hunting grounds. It’s just a funny juxtaposition of mental images. All those huge dinosaurs … and cows. And cowboys. And wide open range. Yippee yo kiyay!
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I’ve been to Wall Drug … oh way back in the early 80s. 😀
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As an aside. I always liked the drift wood fences. Many of them to be seen in northern Oregon.
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I know. Like freeform sculptures. These were in Northern California–not so different from Oregon.
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