The Beartooth mountains from afar.

 May, ca 2013
The ride to Red Lodge. I’ll be trailing down through the settlement called Absarokee, that being the name of the Crow Nation in they’s own tongue. I’ll traverse along the Stillwater which takes its leave of the Yellowstone and run down to Custer National Forest, named as I’m sure you are aware for the arrogant man who led many a young soldier to slaughter as well as hisself. Me and Ol' Black Tahoe, my trusted steed, will be making passage East of Butcher Mountain, Grizzly Peak and other darkly named places in search of the great Beartooth Trail that come out of Red Lodge and carries those willing into the high territories of the same-named Beartooth Range. Ten-thousand feet up into them mountains won’t be passable this time of year, but I aim to find me that trailhead for travels ahead when snows relent.  I ride today with the discomfort of a broken and unreliable iPhone. Though not to prevent me from takin’ on these wanderings, I am a bit skittish about not having full communications with the world beyond. Thankful I am, however, to have equipped Ol’ Black Tahoe with OnStar and vehicle phone should peril befall us. I hope at the least to squeeze off a few shots – of the photographic kind – before full collapse of that equipment. I have not died today. And that is a fine thing. Yours truly…

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