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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