Kinsey got us up and at 'em at the crack of dawn. We were on the road again by 7:45 am. We drove east into the rising sun.
We only got as far as Chester before Kinsey had to stop. In the morning, after a couple of cups of coffee, Kinsey suffers from TB aka tiny bladder. I took advantage of the break myself. The railroad pretty much runs parallel to Hwy 2 and at this stop a train charged through right in front of us. I haven't really ever been that close to a moving train before. I wasn't scared at all. I kind of liked it. It's powerful rumble was exciting. Earlier we had seen a tanker train, carrying oil I suspect. It stretched out forever and looked like a long black snake. It made me wonder why people seem to think a pipeline would be more environmentally dangerous. The potential for a nasty spill in an inconvenient place seems huge with a train. Not to mention all the fuel burned moving it around. But, what do I know I'm just a dog.
Container Train |
All the towns we passed were tiny throwbacks to another time. Many still not having paved streets. Very few roads off 2 were paved. Looked like there had been a whole lot of rain going on here because many of those roads were muddy, rutted messes. That must have made the wheat growers happy.
The prairie seems to have a beauty all it's own it stretches out as far as the eye can see like a lumpy green carpet. The view would be uninterrupted if it weren't for grain elevators. I've never seen so many grain elevators in all my live long days. It went on and on and I went to sleep.
Nap Time |
We found our way to the Shady Rest RV park and no kidding it had been raining. The minute we entered the place we wished we could back out but there's no backing up towing Shadow. The proprietress was less than welcoming. Kinsey got out to take a look at the spot she had for us. It was a mud bog. We would have just ruined Clementine tracking in the gunk. Kinsey inquired if there were any other parks in Glasgow. She reluctantly said across the street at the Cottonwood Inn. Asked what it was like she said she had no idea. Turned out you can see it from the highway if you're looking the right way. Kinsey, trying to be polite, said she'd like to look at it but would return if it wasn't any better. The woman, in a very surly tone said, "It's first come first serve!" Like people would be lining up for that mess. Kinsey replied, "Oh, well, worse comes to worse there's a lot of room out there on the prairie." The woman didn't think that was very funny. We ended up at the Cottonwood. It wasn't muddy at all and was all around a much nicer place.
The reason we wanted to stop here was Fort Peck on the Missouri River. This is also where the Charles Russell National Wildlife Refuge is. After grabbing some lunch we headed out. Fort Peck is about 20 miles from Glasgow. The first thing we discovered was a beautiful campground we could have stayed at for less than half the cost of the Cottonwood. If we ever come back this is where we will stay.
We both needed to stretch our legs so we took off on the nature trail. Of all the incredibly lucky things, we ran into Emily, a young mother, walking her Bernese Mountain Dog and her baby in a stroller. As per my usual, I went bonkers. I wanted to play with that dog that looked like a much larger version of me so bad and I got to. There were no people around so we were let loose. Harper (that's my new gal pal) and I raced around like nobody's business. That big girl couldn't catch me. It was so much fun. My photographer was so busy shooting the breeze with her new found friend she didn't make much of an effort to photograph my joy.
Dogs at Play |
Fort Peck Interpretive Center |
Fort Peck Interpretive Center |
Fort Peck Interpretive Center |
Kinsey spoke with the staff who said the dirt roads could get pretty nasty after a rain and they'd had a ton. This is exactly what we had feared. Shadow isn't an off road vehicle by any stretch. Kinsey is hoping the sun and wind will dry them out so we can do at least a little exploring tomorrow. We'll see.
If you haven't already, you can read the story of why we ventured to the Black Hills here.
Ciao for now.
Molly Montana
©Kinsey Barnard
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