On Friday, Brandon and Selene left around noon for the six-hour drive from their home to the reservation. Selene relaxed on the bench seat, admiring the intense greenery of an upper Midwestern summer. They passed farms and forests and eventually made their way into the sparse, rocky area around the Badlands. Amazing that I've lived in Minnesota my whole life, but I've never come this direction.
Finally, they arrived at the reservation. Selene jumped out of the truck without waiting for Brandon to open the door, eager to stretch her cramped legs. An incredible scene spread out across the rocky vista before them. Rows upon rows of vendor stalls, decked out in beautiful colors in honor of the festival, concealed the horizon. The smell of hot grease and seasoned meat wafted on the dry, dusty
