Originally planned to spend a few days camping around the wife’s ancestral home; broadening the search for a place to drop the rig, found a neat looking spot just north of the border so off we went. The park encompasses/preserves land sacred to First Nations people; it would be a privilege to be able to spend some time there.
You may have seen him in Scott of the Sahara
First glimpse of the Sweetgrass Hills
Closing on West Butte (the north face will re-appear many times throughout the trip)
Badger was a bit too quick for a good shot
Never did see any; bummer
Dropping off the prairie into the river valley and the hoodoos
Hot and dry for the next few days (we thought); kept the mosquitos down to a manageable level
On the way back, took a few hours to visit an old friend
Orange and purple foam things proved to be acceptable; 3 fish on the first 4 casts, although whenever a train went by, the bite shut down for about 10 minutes
Could have spent the rest of the day there; the wife had a good book to read and we had no commitments back in Stumptown, but my friend had been very generous and what else was there to prove?
