Scott and Sue Family

Day 3-Montana
We stopped off at Greycliff Prairie Dog Town State Park and saw, yes, you guessed it, many prairie dogs but no rangers. I guess the dogs trusted that we had a state park pass. We saw LOTS of the little guys and also listened to them make squeaky, chirpy warning sounds.
The town was just off the interstate but it didn’t seem to bother the dogs much. Very interesting but small and didn’t take too much time. It gave Scott a chance to experiment some more with the new camera, however. And both of us a chance to learn way more about prairie dogs than we ever knew before.


Next stop, Madison Buffalo Jump State Park which was interesting if somewhat primitive. We hiked up a short but steep trail to a pavilion with markers, looked at the face of the jump and read about teenage boys trained to be buffalo runners to lure the herd to the edge, jump to safety and then cling to a ledge as the animals fell over to their deaths. Sounds gory when I tell it like that.

Back in the car to listen to “Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire” and crochet while Scott drove us to Lewis & Clark Caverns State Park. We got there just as a tour was about to leave at 3:30 so we rushed to grab jackets and the camera and raced off to join the end of the line on the long climb up the mountain to the cave entrance. It was hot, somewhat steep, and I was pretty exhausted from the previous days’ activities, so it was a hard slog for me. We had neglected to grab water and I was dying of thirst while pushing myself up the trail. It was somewhat grueling. When we got to the cave entrance, blessed relief! It was cool! I was so hot that I didn’t put on my jacket until the very end of the tour-it took me that long to cool off.
So, the caverns. Very interesting formations. We noticed at the beginning that many of the formations seemed broken off, then the guide told us why. In the early part of the twentieth century, an entrepreneur built a spiral staircase down into the caves and gave guided tours. He also allowed visitors to break off a piece of the formations by the entrance as a souvenir to take home. Since the formations at the entrance are not active, no new growth there forever.
During the Depression the cave became part of the National Park Service and was developed by the Civilian Conservation Corps who replaced the wooden stairs with concrete and installed lighting. They blasted out a new exit so visitors didn’t have to go back the way they came and run into visitors coming down, and then found that it created a giant wind tunnel that was drying out the only live part of the caverns. So they built airtight doors at each end. When we left, we all got in the 500 ft. tunnel and the guide shut the “dungeon door” behind us. It made a loud bang and the vibrations moved right through us with a reverb all through our chests. Cool!
The NPS later gave the caverns to the state and it became Montana’s first state park. The first part of the cave had some nice formations that were mostly white but as we got deeper there was more color and more varied formations.
The entire tour is a two-mile trip which includes “some bending and stooping”, according to the signage. This is an understatement of the grossest proportions. We’ve toured some caves in our time and these were the tightest squeezes ever. “Bending” included completely over and still bumping our heads and backs. We also had to slide on our butts down the “beaver slide”, and walk backwards down some wedge-shaped steps so small our feet barely fit on them. So this trek is not for the faint of heart. But it was worth it.
The second half had the more impressive formations and one section along an almost continuous long down stairway had many beautiful sights we all had to keep stopping to take pictures of for posterity.

Because the tour descends inside the cave, when we exited the caverns we had a level trail back to the car. The view over the Jefferson River valley from the exit was lovely.

While passing Butte on the interstate, I happened to look up and see a statue on the top of a mountain. I made Scott take off at the next exit and go back so we could take pictures. She is called “Our Lady of the Rockies”, is 90 feet tall and stands on the Continental Divide at an elevation of over 8000 feet. She was built by volunteer labor and contributions and there is an interfaith chapel beside her. She is a tribute to the women of all nationalities and creeds who travelled through or settled this area and is an impressive sight from the ground. We circled back and stayed in Butte over a week later and pulled in at night. She is brightly lit and that was also impressive.

Day 2 continued
After leaving Little Bighorn we continued our quest to see more state parks. Rosebud earlier that day was unmanned so we put our $5 in an envelope and slid it in a box. Then discussed how this was going to break us if we paid five bucks at every little waystop state park. But we moved on from Little Bighorn to Pictograph State Park. This had a small visitor center with a real person where we saw a sign for a non-resident annual pass to the state parks. Scott did some quick mental math because he’s just good like that, and figured it was a worthwhile deal because we had several parks in the pipeline. That was quite the experience for the summer help. Apparently non-residents do not purchase Montana State Park annual passes. Ever. (At later stops with rangers we had to assure them repeatedly that we had a sticker on our car window. Fortunately, most rangers turned out to be trusting souls, although one was unaware the state even offered such a thing. So fun to be a complete anomaly. Later in the trip I took a picture of the sticker with my phone for proof.)

Armed with our new pass, we hiked the short, but steep trail to the cave. There was a sign up saying to be careful because a rattlesnake had been seen on the trail earlier in the day. Scott’s response: Cool! Another lady’s response: No way am I going up there! Being brave adventurers, we started up. That couple did not. Soon we saw them following us escorted by the ranger with a snake-catching pincer-thing. So we got free patter in the cave. Score!

The cave was fascinating. It had red and black drawings on the walls, but the black ones are harder to see because there is seepage on the back wall which dries white and obscures the drawings. He said they are much easier to see when the cave is wet because the walls are dark.

We then hiked over to the Ghost Cave and got a glamour shot of me in a secluded shade area which was pretty and only lasted for a few feet, but was a nice break from the heat.

Ghost Cave had a series of concretions, which are snowball-like rock growths over ancient clam shells. Photos of Scott with geologic formations whenever possible as he endures my historical forays with good grace.

Day 2-Montana
We left Sheridan,Wyoming and headed to Rosebud Battlefield State Park which is the site of a Plains Indian War battle a few days before the Little Bighorn that resulted in a stalemate after several hours of fierce fighting and caused Gen. Crook to retire back to Sheridan to resupply and rest his troops. The tough opposition from Cheyenne and Sioux warriors caused him to be cautious and unwilling to move out without further reinforcements and thus he was not there to assist at the Battle of the Little Bighorn.

It’s also known by the Cheyenne as the battle where the girl saved her brother. Buffalo Calf Road Woman saw her brother’s horse shot out from underneath him and in a hail of bullets, she rode into the battle and her brother climbed onto the horse behind her. They rode to safety and she later fought beside her husband at the Little Bighorn.

Rosebud is off the beaten path and we drove into the backcountry to get to it. We passed an interesting dugout and saw isolated farmsteads along Rosebud Creek. It was very beautiful back there and fascinating to see some of the “real” Montana. Next we headed to Little Bighorn and it’s a site that’s been on my life list for a long time so it was fun to finally see it.

I had studied up in the car about the battle so had a good overview and as we hiked the various trails I was again impressed by the terrain and the ground. It’s surprisingly undulating ground, so groups of warriors had ample places to gather for attacks and protection for guerrilla-type warfare. Custer’s “Last Stand” took place on a hill along a ridge and once we saw the ground and walked down in the low area below it and looked up, it was easy to imagine how it all ended for those members of the 7th Cavalry.

The same with the Deep Ravine area where 28 troopers were killed in a low, tight area easy for the warriors to fire down on them.

We also hiked around the Reno-Benteen battle area four miles away which is part of the park and includes the fighting that took place the day before and same day as the more famous Custer fight. Reno’s men crossed the river into the huge warrior encampment but were driven back across the Little Bighorn and retreated up to a high area where they made a successful stand and survived to travel over to the Custer battle area the next day and bury the bodies.

In the early 1990’s the name of the park was changed from Custer Battlefield to Little Bighorn and attention was changed from Custer to both sides of the conflict. A Spirit Memorial was built to help the spirits of the soldiers and warriors find peace and red markers were placed around the battlefield where accounts showed that native warriors had fallen. These are in addition to the white 7th Cavalry markers that had been there for many years.

We really enjoyed our trip to Little Bighorn and gained a respect for and understanding of the events.