The Tater Tot fell asleep again just a few minutes from home, so we decided to waste some time by taking a side trip into the Atlantic watershed--Gertrude's first with us.
We went up the Big Hole River again (we were there once before in Ludwig, on the last trip with his old engine). It was really starting to look and feel like fall.
E woke up just as we crossed the Big Hole River into Beaverhead (I'm not making these names up) County. We were at the very lower stretches of the Big Hole valley, reportedly one of the most magnificent valleys in Montana if not the entire West. We'll make the whole trip sometime, I promise. We inspected a recently-skinned coyote, threw some rocks in the river, and turned around.
The Anaconda-Pintlars
More of the Anaconda-Pintlars
It gets really scrubby over 6000 feet
Coming back into the Pacific drainage South of Anaconda, we passed through prime elk habitat. This is handsome, high, sparse country. I'm looking forward to taking the family back into it for more detailed inspection in the future.
3 comments:
Mmmm. I have to say the photos are getting more.... artistic. In a good way. The one of M and E with Gertie in the background and the one with Mitch cut almost left out of the driver's shot. A fender looking down the road. I like it. Good stuff!
Love the picture with Pinkalicious in it! Would love to take drives like that. The weather is PERFECT for it!
Any increased artiness in the pictures is likely purely accidental.
Alright,
whc03grady.
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