Sunday, September 1, 2019

Heading South

Wisdom, MT
If you haven't yet read Ivan Doig's Last Bus to Wisdom you are in for a treat. It takes place in the 1950s, mostly in Montana. It is the Mark Twain-esque adventures of an 11 year old boy and his great uncle escaping the clutches of a domineering great aunt. It's funny; it's poignant. It paints a wonderful picture of that era and that place. Doig died in 2015 and it was his last, and some say, his best book. At one point, heading into Montana, we drove on the Ivan Doig Memorial Highway. I never imagined I'd get to actually drive through Wisdom, or that it even really existed. Except for the Keurig coffee maker in the gas station, it's probably not changed much since the time Doig describes.

No lie there...
We've spent two hard days on the road. Yesterday we drove from Elk Bend to Cody, WY. We are still overwhelmed by the vastness and the endless rugged hills and plains. Through much of Wyoming, we saw lots of fenced sagebrush and little else.Today we drove from Cody to Fort Collins, CO. We are back in cropland now, somewhat. Corn seems to be the hardest thing to grow out here, probably because of the water requirements. We have seen some corn today, though we passed under electric highway signs warning us of high fire dangers throughout the trip. Early on, we saw the smoke of a distant wildfire off to our west.

Creative hay bales. Teddy Bale?
On our way out of Elk Bend, Ruthie managed to time it just right to hit Wheat Montana again for lunch. My indulgence was the best cherry turnover I've ever had. Ruthie is still eating on one of the two cinnamon rolls she bought driving in. The word "giant" does not begin to describe. And they are as good as they are generous.

The roads in Montana have been remarkably good, very unlike what we experienced in New England despite similarly cold winters. We not pleased with Route 120 out of Cody, WY, the worst road we've been on in a while, until we saw this delightful Teddy Bear. After a bit the pavement did improve and so did my attitude. There will be some minor repairs made when we get home caused by road vibration, but so far, despite some really rough going, we are in better shape than we deserve.

The Maverick brand gas stations have proven to be clean and accommodating,
Soap, water, dryer AND a handy shelf!
with a wide variety of grocery and  prepared food selections as well as good prices on gas. But this sink arrangement in the women's bath really blew me away. From left to right, each sink has automatic soap, water, and electric hand dryer. The best part of the deal is, you don't drip water across the room to the hand dryer. Plus you get a place to set your phone and keys.

Entering Wind River Canyon
The most spectacular view we had today was the drive through Wind River Canyon on the Wind River Reservation near Thermopolis, WY. The gorge varies in geological age from 3 million years old to 2.8 billion years old, such is its depth. It is a place of great contrasts. The drive along the river appears to be a steep descent but the river is running in the opposite direction--very disorienting. The canyon walls are
Wind River Canyon
steep and high and very rugged looking, but the road and accompanying railroad wend pleasantly among them. Just beyond the canyon and the reservation boundary is a dam that creates a huge reservoir. The lake is in a desert-like area and the juxtaposition of pleasure boats on blue water nestled among barren hills was another challenge to reconcile.

Wind River Canyon
Boysen Reservoir near Wind River Canyon
We have a
few more adventures ahead of us before turning home. As much fun as this has been, I'm getting ready to make the turn.   
Good Night, Moon!
            

Friday, August 30, 2019

Lewis and Clark Overland--Part 2

Lolo Pass from the Visitors Center
While Lolo Pass, in the Bitterroot Mountains, is lower than Lemhi Pass at about 5300 feet, it was the more treacherous. For L&C, that is. We had paved road, a nice visitors center and friendly rangers to answer questions. We approched Lolo Pass from the Traveler's Rest State Park, the site where the Corps of Discovery set up camp before crossing the pass.

At the Traveler's Rest Interpretive Center, we saw replica tipis used by the Indians and replica tents used by the Corps. Clearly the Indians had the advantage. Before leaving on this trip, Jessie sent me an article she'd found
Plains Indian tipi
about how the L&C campsites were identified by archeologists. Apparently mercury was a common medicine and their latrines were full of it. Such was the case at Traveler's Rest. Since it took them a while to identify the exact spot, lots of history had happened since the Corps camped there. It was interesting to see the area protected by the state park jammed up against local development.

A few miles up the road was the visitors center for Lolo Pass. We could have driven a mile down a dirt road to get to the actual campsite but the lovely ranger station, hot coffee, fun gifts and helpful ranger sidetracked us. This clearly was the much more visitor-centered
US Military tents

experience than Lemhi, if not quite so true to the Corps' experience.

The Bitterroot Mountains were much steeper and more heavily wooded and yet now more developed than Lemhi. We saw these wonderful rock formations near a hot springs that had been a resort in times past. We passed this charming public school, small ranches and housing developments.
Lolo Pass Visitors Center

So here we leave Lewis and Clark to complete their mission as we head south and east to complete ours. From here on out, we leave the past and enjoy the present--pure vacation!

Next report from Cody, WY. We pass through the Absaroka Mountains.
Wonder if I'll get to meet Walt Longmire...


   
Lolo Hot Springs

  






More Lolo Hot Springs









      
Rural MT Public School with cattle guard

Lewis and Clark Overland--Part 1

Mountains near Elk Bend, Idaho
For two nights, we are camped at Elk Bend, right on the Salmon River. We are somewhat isolated, 21 miles to gas in Salmon, but right across the street from an excellent pub and food. Our goal was to traverse the two mountain passages that L&C had to cross to reach the Snake River and resume their trip by water. This is the last leg of the L&C trip for us. Tomorrow we cross to Cody, WY, then south to Santa Fe, then east towards our lovely, green Appalachian Mountains and sweet Uwharries. We are currently under a weather alert for possible fires. It is windy and incredibly dry.
The approaching Rockies

L&C were able to follow the Jefferson River a bit past its confluence with the Missouri, but the mountains blocked their way. They had either to find horses to cross the mountains and find another river flowing west or return east having failed in their mission to reach the Pacific and map a trade route. Their success depended upon local tribes. They approached Lemhi Pass, which
Salmon ID on the way to Lemhi
crosses the Continental Divide when they were met by local Shoshone Indians. Their chief happened to be Sakakawea's brother who welcomed her return and provided horses and a guide across the Lemhi Pass and on through the more difficult Lolo Pass across the Bitterroot Mountains and on to the Snake, then Columbia Rivers. Sakakwea, with her interpretive skills and connections, gets much less credit than she deserves for saving the mission and securing the United State's claim to the land. #TooTypical.

Ruthie and I did this a little backwards. We drove past the difficult Lolo Pass yesterday and explored Lemhi today. Lolo Pass was on a
Crossing the 45th Parallel
comfortably paved road. Lemhi Pass was accessible via a 36 mile loop of primitive, one lane road, sans guardrails and with limited markings. Both passes, however, offered spectacular views of wilderness not unlike what met the Corps of Discovery.

I've ordered the pictures as L&C would have seen them. Today, navigating Lemhi Pass, was the one occasion L&C might actually of traveled faster than we did.

To get to the Lemhi Pass road, we had to go through Salmon, ID, our last chance to get gas and talk with a ranger about road conditions. Nineteen miles south of Salmon, at a little crossroad named Tendoy, the road begins. Half way between Salmon and Tendoy, we also crossed the 45th Parallel, half way between the Equator and the North Pole. Who knew?
Tendoy Business District

Maintained by both the Forest Service and Bureau of Land Management, the road is challenging, especially an 8 mile stretch called Agency Creek Road which is restricted to vehicles with good ground clearance and good tires. I used 4WD low to good effect coming down twisting 20% grades and was grateful to the guy who designed rear view mirrors that fold against the car every time I met another truck on the road. To their credit, the government agencies did provide an occasional vault toilet on the route, fully handicap accessible, tho we never could figure out why.

Lemhi Pass

Much of what we saw at Lemhi seemed barren but under Forest Service and BLM management, recreation, ranching and timbering occur and we saw evidence of all of them. But mostly we saw huge expanses of wilderness and tall mountains up to Lemhi Pass on the Continental Divide at 7373 feet.

As I mentioned, the road was spectacular but nerve-testing. In the last
What lay ahead across the pass
stretch we crossed a number of cattle guards (and drove some cattle off the road). All across Montana and Idaho we noticed these unusual rail fences. Ruthie presumes that they are both easier to build--no digging post holes in rocky ground--and more resistant to the press of heavy animals.


A great drive, if you can get to it.

Road to Lemhi Pass
  
Road to Lemhi Pass
  

Where are the guard rails?!
  
Rail fence
  
Crossing a cattle guard, leaving Lemhi
And on to part 2...






Wednesday, August 28, 2019

River's end

Gates of the Mountains
While we have been "following" the trail of Lewis and Clark, we haven't been. L&C traveled the Missouri River based on hugely inaccurate maps that indicated that the Missouri went all the way to the Pacific coast, or at least crossed paths with a river that did.  We, of course, have been on roads that roughly follow the Missouri, but it is a totally different experience. And the river itself is different with numerous flood control dams predated by a history of floods that have changed the riverbed. Also, the same early map guiding L&C totally failed to mention the Rocky Mountains and other important details. The mission of the Corps of Discovery was to find an economical passage to the Pacific and locate a trade route. In that day, navigable rivers would be that route and mountains were a significant barrier.

As Ruthie and I have been crossing the Missouri, it has been getting smaller. I'm
Vertical ridges at Gates
sure this concerned the Corps of Discovery and it should have. Near Helena MT, the river passes through a deep gorge. Ancient limestone ridges rise vertically from the water and at one bend, an optical illusion makes it look like they form a gate that blocks the river. As you round the bend, the "gates" open to reveal a passage. We took a boat ride into the gorge--that is now 20 feet deeper due to flood control dams--and tried to imagine how they saw it. You can visit the Wikipedia page on Gates of the Mountains and see a series of photos that show the gates opening.

The tour guide was generous with his storytelling and often funny, until we reached Mann Gultch where, in 1949, 13 firefighters died in a horrific firestorm. Their
Effects of healthy fire
story was painful to hear and their deaths haunted both the survivors and this community. There were fresh scars left by recent wildfires. At one point he showed us a gultch that had experienced a "healthy fire"--one that takes out weak trees and underbrush to open the canopy to new life. That said, the other side of the mountain had been devastated.

While I am sure the Corps was relieved to find that the gates opened the river for them to travel a bit further by water, they struggled to find ground flat enough in the gorge to camp. There is only one lovely picnic site in the current wilderness area, and a couple of  very small camp sites with no services that are approachable only by boat. A few years back, wildfires destroyed the underbrush holding the soil on the cliffs above the picnic area and the forest service has had to literally dig out the campground several years running. It has only recently been reopened. The Corps of Discovery had paddled their entire route upstream. Imagine them worried and fatigued and unable to find a suitable place to camp. Eventually
Headwaters of the Missouri
they did and continued on, but within another 90 miles, they had reached the headwaters of the Missouri River with no suitable waterway to carry them further. We visited that confluence today.

So the Missouri River is the longest river in the US, longer than the Mississippi into which it flows. Together they make the 4th largest river basin in the world. L&C hoped it would carry them northwest towards the Oregon River which sailors had mapped on the west coast. But the river turned sharply south at Great Falls and ended where three rivers empty into it. Lewis named the three rivers after the men who sponsored them: Galatin, Jefferson and Madison. All three rivers are smaller than the Missouri and head the wrong direction, as in not across the major mountain range ahead of them.  At this point, the Corps stashed their boats and buried much of their supplies and hoped to find the Shoshone Indians to whom Sakakawea was related in the hopes of buying horses to cross the mountains. Tracing those steps will be our adventure tomorrow and Saturday. At that point, we will head south and eventually home.

Effects of irrigation
Which brings me to the subject of home. When I visited New Brunswick earlier this summer, I was immediately struck with the sense that I could happily live there. I have had no such feeling for this place. I've enjoyed the beauty and appreciated the history, but it is not my green Appalachians and I am ready for them again. This picture shows the effects of irrigation. Basically what is green is irrigated. The last KOA we stayed in had miles of dripline crisscrossing the campground to keep their windbreak trees alive. This one has a sprinkler system that runs at night to keep our few shade trees going. I know the locals love their home, and I love mine. Looking forward to leaving L&C to the rest of their adventure and
finding my way home.

Our one last great discovery of the day was the Wheat Montana Deli and Bakery. Connected to a major flour mill, it was doing a land office business in lunches and the biggest dang cinnamon rolls I have ever seen (or eaten, which we did in stages...). Now that was something to write home about.

Monday, August 26, 2019

Walk in beauty, better yet, drive...

The words for today are Glacier. National. Park. See below (click on the pictures to enlarge):
Our first mesa

The Rockies from a distance

Glacier National Park

Glacier National Park
Glacier Park St. Mary Lake
Glacier National Park
Jackson Glacier

Glacier National Park



Ruthie at Glacier
 
1936 Tour Bus- "Refurbished by Ford, Powered by Propane"


Lake McDonald Lodge

Lake McDonald Lodge

Lake McDonald Lodge
  
Lake McDonald
  
Welcome to Blackfeet Reservation
   
Blackfeet Reservation
  
Roxy Theater, Choteau MT
   
Massive farm machines everywhere!
   
Safely home