South Dakota was a foreign land to me before I visited, and it was one after I visited too. It’s beautiful but oh so harsh, and a bit lonely. But beautiful nonetheless. I visited Cheyenne Ridge for a pheasant hunt while writing my book Girl Hunter, and was definitely the only female within 100 miles. And I would have hid in my room had it not been for the fact that their bar had a layer of ice on it to keep the scotch chilled. I was intrigued and decided it was worth coming out to take a photograph or twelve.