Scott and I headed out for a nice drive Saturday...(ignoring the interstate and taking mostly frontage and back roads) to our camping spot on the Madison, anticipating a nice long hike again. However, there were a few forces against us. The snow hit there a few days prior, as you can barely see the fence. And for you city folk, that wooden thing in the middle is what they use to load/unload cattle.
And here is the country at a distance...the Bridger Bowl.
We finally reached our destination around 5:30. The weather was pretty nice, except the WIND was really starting to kick up.
I fixed a yum yum dinner but it was also a culprit to my tummy being upset for a few days...the meat was tooo fatty for my digestive system...
So being sick the next day made a boring day for poor ol' Gus Bob. He really wanted to take a hike.
So instead, we decided to take a drive. Here is the madison range. The peak on the left is LONE MOUNTAIN and the pead in the middle is Fan Mountain. This was our view when we lived in Ennis.
The Madison River runs through this valley. Isn't it beautiful?
And it is fly fished all year...
They dammed up the river with a damned dam in the 1930s (I think). Anyway, you soon come upon this sign...
Ummm, yeah. I don't think I'll go sailing here, what about you?
But there's something to be said about the gorgeous rock walls that line this river.
Here is Meadow Lake...the man-made lake from this damn dam. It's about 8 feet deep. Sometimes you see the bald eagles sitting on the edge of the ice fishing for trout.
So...we drove, we didn't hike or sail, then we drove again. On the backroad, we decided to check out the Buffalo Jump State Park.
Before the Native Americans had horses (2000 years ago or so), they dressed as wolves and would collectively herd the buffalo over the edge of a 30ft cliff.
Here's the actual cliff. They found many bones and such in the given area. They also found many tee-pee rings and other artifacts.
Here's more descriptions...
and info about the labor of such a hard job...
as a means for their survival..
We had a great drive home...it usually takes 3 1/2 hours on the interstate. We were lucky to spend only about 10 or 15 minutes on the interstate and about 5 hours on old highways and dirt roads, following some of Montana's great rivers, reading its history and just enjoying the day.
Ya never know what an outing will entail and ya never regret getting out!
Today, she is living in a very small town in eastern Montana. Michelle and I drove to see her and so glad we did!
I fixed a yum yum dinner but it was also a culprit to my tummy being upset for a few days...the meat was tooo fatty for my digestive system...
So instead, we decided to take a drive. Here is the madison range. The peak on the left is LONE MOUNTAIN and the pead in the middle is Fan Mountain. This was our view when we lived in Ennis.
The Madison River runs through this valley. Isn't it beautiful?
And it is fly fished all year...
They dammed up the river with a damned dam in the 1930s (I think). Anyway, you soon come upon this sign...
Ummm, yeah. I don't think I'll go sailing here, what about you?
But there's something to be said about the gorgeous rock walls that line this river.
So...we drove, we didn't hike or sail, then we drove again. On the backroad, we decided to check out the Buffalo Jump State Park.
Before the Native Americans had horses (2000 years ago or so), they dressed as wolves and would collectively herd the buffalo over the edge of a 30ft cliff.
Here's the actual cliff. They found many bones and such in the given area. They also found many tee-pee rings and other artifacts.
Here's more descriptions...
and info about the labor of such a hard job...
as a means for their survival..
We had a great drive home...it usually takes 3 1/2 hours on the interstate. We were lucky to spend only about 10 or 15 minutes on the interstate and about 5 hours on old highways and dirt roads, following some of Montana's great rivers, reading its history and just enjoying the day.