When I first arrived in South Dakota and drove north, I figured I’d bump into them along the way. Then came North Dakota, and still nothing. Then Montana, and no. Passed through Wyoming and still nope. It actually took four states and more than 600 miles of driving over two days before I finally found where all the buffalo roam. Or, as the more astute American Midwesterner would clarify, it’s where the bison roam. The herds were hiking at the southernmost point of Custer State Park, back in South Dakota, the same state where I started driving. Full circle, as they say.
