Saturday, June 23, 2018

Bighorn

We drove 16 to Ten Sleeps. The weather cooperated (not so much for the folks camping next to us who went to Shell Falls), and the scenery and the details were beautiful. Except for the descent/ascent at the west end--I'm a flatlander with a white knuckle dislike of heights. And, now that I think of it, the minivan ran a bit hot too--I don't think it likes steep grades.

We arrived at one lookout in time to see a man dash across the road and up the scrubby hill chasing a dachshund. The dog is 14 and supposedly blind, but she saw a marmot on the hill and took off after it. The man pulled her out of the marmot's hole. The breed was bred for that...

Most places the deer crossing sign shows a white-tail leaping. Here it depicts an elk standing as though it owns the road.

The cattle drive really owns the road, though. We passed a woman by a pickup at the side of the road who was waving an orange flag about; she nodded at us, we waved back, and wondered what she was trying to do. Around the curve about 300 cows and calves trotted loosely in our direction, with a line of cars backed up behind them. Several mounted cowboys and a fast little dog tried to keep the cows going more or less down the road.

There are even more large pickups on the road than RVs (most pulled by pickups themselves).

Cruise control isn't very useful in the Bighorns either. Dangerous would be a better description. And, maybe you can use your brakes to manage one downhill 8% grade, but don't risk it for more than one. My Better Half took lots of pictures while things cooled down.

1 comment:

Assistant Village Idiot said...

My brother had a similar experience with a tired, slow, aged dachshund years ago. I haven't seen it in ours. He doesn't notice the squirrels and chipmunks anymore. He is deaf and blind as well as lacking in sense of smell at this point. I do worry what might happen if one of the small creatures runs into him, though.