Camping in a Cow Pasture or making new old friends
I’ve never been fond of the day after the conclusion of the Red Ants Pants Music Festival. It’s time to move on to our next somewhat planned campsite. I don’t have anything specific to do in...
I’ve never been fond of the day after the conclusion of the Red Ants Pants Music Festival. It’s time to move on to our next somewhat planned campsite. I don’t have anything specific to do in...
I didn’t plan it, probably because I don’t plan hardly anything, but this mid-summer sojourn has turned into a time to visit “old friends.” Not necessarily actual people, although we did meet up with friends along...
For me, a big part of the allure of travel through Montana is the big, uninterrupted sky and the profound lack of people. If you visit Bozeman or Billings, you might disagree with this assessment, but...
Leaving the Gallatin and Yellowstone area behind, we headed up to White Sulphur Springs. This stop-over has been on the summer road trip for four years now. White Sulphur Springs is a town of about 800...
We settled down for a week or so just outside of Big Sky, MT in the Red Cliff campground. This has to be one of the nicest, best kept Forest Service campgrounds we have found. The...
Sitting in our front yard (for this week) tonight listening to the Gallatin River churn over boulders, there was a parade of Americana passing by. Across the way, there was a gentleman grilling dinner while talking...
After leaving the Yellowstone area, it took about thirty minutes for me to acknowledge that I had no idea where we were driving to or which direction we may want to head. Sometimes this “I don’t...
We stayed outside the Park in a commercial campground for a few expensive days because our first choice did not work out well. Our preference is to find a Forest Service campground or, better yet, a...
On a very warm day, five of us squeezed into the ranch pickup with a cracked windshield and a grey lab in the truck bed. It would not have been a Montana ranch pickup without the...
Sunday morning found me up walking around the cow pasture before the Princess woke up and expected delivery of her morning coffee. It was about 60 degrees outside, the sky was bright blue and the air...