While in southeastern Montana (Roscoe presentation), I decided to do a bit of rambling. I left Columbus around 8:30am and drove up into the plateaus of Stillwater County. Hay farmers had already bundled their first round bales. Wheat was ripening nicely.
I then drove to Prairie Dog Town State Park near Greycliff. The little critters were all underground since rain storms were threatening. During the next hour, I rode through several heavy storms that gave my truck a good cleaning.
With no urgent reason to return to Helena, I decided to dip down into Yellowstone NP and drive from Mammoth Hot Springs to the West entrance. (I have a senior pass, so it only cost me my gas.) Right at the entrance a group of pronghorn does and their babies lounged in the grass near the road. Folks were dashing from cars to get pictures. I didn't have a good place to stop and cars were behind me, so no pictures. A shame, because the markings on these animals were quite different from those on the pronghorns up by my place.
Even mid-week, parking was hard to find. I finally got a spot at the end of the hot springs area, and took one of the boardwalks, thinking how neat this will be come winter. Winter is my favorite time to visit Yellowstone. Even so, the cloud cover gave good photo ops.
Most of my time was spent in the truck, the road passing through some very lush greenery. Animals? Ah yes. The bison. I saw two. The first was napping in the grass about thirty feet down a slope.Of course, it was spotted, and people were snapping pictures. I joined in, using my long lens, and I noticed the bison occasionally opening his eye to take in the people. I wondered how long he would put up with his siesta being interrupted. I left before he did any moving.
The second bison was browsing about six feet from the road edge, and again, people were scrambling to get pictures. I didn't stop. Too much bison, too close to the road for my comfort.
Further along, a bevvy of cars were catty-wonkers in a pull out, with one driver-side door left open and people lining a creek edge. A moose? Bear across the creek? Bison? I didn't stop. Road construction was active and I had already fallen behind a long line of cars and work trucks. Pulling over would put me back even further.
Even without getting stellar pictures, I enjoyed my leisurely trip through Yellowstone on my way home.