Good Morning
We wake up in our La Quinta room in Sioux Falls feeling refreshed and ready to greet the day like adventurers with slightly frizzy hair and noble intentions. Breakfast, check. Bags packed, check. That dramatic “we ride at dawn” spirit? Absolutely — even though the sky outside is serving brooding watercolor realness in all shades of storm-cloud gray.
Our mission: explore the Great Plains Zoo, then begin our westward pilgrimage along I-90 toward Wall, South Dakota — mystical land of prairie, billboards, and the great and powerful Wall Drug.
Rain patters — steady but soft — and we are undeterred. We get coffee (because even heroes know their priorities), arrive ten minutes before the zoo opens, and sit in the car like damp but determined adventurers. By opening time it shifts to a drizzle, the air crisp and enchanted, the kind of weather that feels romantic.
Beautiful autumn leaves on the ground of Great Plains Zoo in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, USA
Australia
We enter the zoo and step right into the Australia section, where snow monkeys are having an absolute rager in the rain. They swing, they leap, they holler — tiny fuzzy daredevils living their best wet life. One baby is flinging himself at older monkeys, the embodiment of “someone play with me or I riot,” and honestly, I get it.
Macaca fuscata. A snow monkey reacting to a younger snow monkey jumping on the fence. Conservation status: Least Concern (Population Stable)
Next up: a cluster of kangaroos huddled under a pergola like church ladies waiting for the storm to pass. Their wallaby friend is wiser and ducks inside — a tiny, soggy introvert after my own heart.
Inside the Primate House, squirrel monkeys flit around like toddlers let loose in a bouncy house. Baby Lolo — nine months and pure chaos — keeps pestering the adults, and I respect that dedication to fun. The colobus monkeys look elegant, the ring-tailed lemur looks like he's seen some things, and I offer him a silent prayer.
Saimiri. Two squirrel monkeys huddle together on a branch. Conservation status: Endangered
Lemur catta. A ring tailed lemur cleans its tail. Conservation status: Endangered
We float onward to admire Australian sheep (apparently responsible for 25% of the world’s wool — go off with your fluffy selves) and then — surprise — Bactrian camels. Yes, camels. In an Australia exhibit. Turns out they live feral in Australia because humans once had ideas. Big ones. Questionable ones.
Ovis aries. A sheep practically poses for a photo. No conservation status available for domestic breeds.
Camelus bactrianus. The camel seemed to enjoy the rain. Conservation status: Critically endangered
And then we encounter glory: the New Guinea Singing Dogs. Mystical gremlins of the rain with voices straight from legend. They howl; we howl back. It is a spiritual exchange. If an elf wandered by strumming a lute, I wouldn't blink.
Face to Face Farm
Face to Face Farm is next — goats everywhere, eating like tiny royal beasts accepting tribute. Jeremiah feeds them proudly because no man is more joyful than one handing snacks to animals. A big-horned sheep watches us from a nearby hill like the neighborhood HOA president deciding who’s allowed in.



African Savannah
In the African Savannah, most animals sensibly skip the drizzle, but the zebras grace us with their presence and their perfect stripes. They stand there like runway models in a rain-themed editorial spread.
Equus grevyi. This zebra was just enjoying the leaf snacks that day. Conservation status: Endangered
We pass a hilarious tortoise sign (with zero tortoises present — they are inside sipping hot tea and minding their business) and head toward the North American Great Plains.
North America
Here we meet bison. Then black bears. Then grizzly bears — and one female grizzly in particular who is not having it. She growls at the male, bangs on the food door like she’s demanding to see the manager, and then tromps out to find a snack in the pool. I take a video. Internet loves it. Validation achieved.
Asian Cats
We finally wander to the cats — sleeping like royalty, uninterested in mere mortals. Amur tiger, snow leopard, Pallas cat — all in nap mode, living the dream.
Leaving the Zoo
We leave the zoo damp, delighted, and absolutely charmed. Taco Bell becomes our road-trip feast (Michelin stars are a state of mind), and we merge onto I-90 West — rolling toward Wall and the promise of big skies, bigger prairies, and tomorrow’s Badlands adventure.



