Thursday, September 21, 2017

Oregon Trail: Wyoming Day 1

Thursday morning was the coldest so far on our trip, down in the 30s and a far cry from the 50s and 60s up to now. But it was also beautifully sunny as we left Spearfish SD bound for Cody WY to set us up for Friday in Yellowstone National Park. As we rolled west on I-90, I was reflecting on the Black Hills and was looking for a way to convey what they are all about when I spied this hill. You can see in the photo below that the Ponderosa pine-clad hills rise from the tawny prairie, looking black from only a short distance away.

Goodbye Black Hills
As we approached Wyoming, we saw a small herd of deer on our right grazing in agricultural fields and a herd of pronghorns on the left. Although we only saw 8 antelope the day before, we would see hundreds on our way to Cody and beyond into Idaho. Prongers seem to have an affinity for sagebrush, Artemisia tridentata, which with its silvery gray green foliage, was becoming a constant feature of the prairie as we moved west.

Hello Wyoming!
In the early morning light, we could see clearly a long, long way and as we pushed into Wyoming, Ann would see her first mesa. There's a lot of discussion about what's a mesa, a butte, and a plateau and though not everybody uses the words the same way, they generally all refer to ancient plains that have eroded away, leaving a flat-topped geologic feature. Generally if it is wider than it is tall, it's a mesa and if it is taller than it is wide, it's a butte. A plateau is on a much, much larger scale. In any case, we've got nothing like this back east.

Annie's First Mesa
Speaking of buttes, Devils Tower National Monument is a great example. I was zoned a bit in the passenger seat when Ann asked if I knew what Devils Tower was, that she had just seen a sign for it on the side of the road. Never having seen "Close Encounters," I actually did not know what it was right off but a quick internet search was enough to pique my interest. And it would only cost us an hour and we had a least a couple hours of slack in our travel day, needing only to make it as far west as Cody. So we left the interstate at Sundance WY and headed north to find Devils Tower.

Devils Tower in Context Some 15 Miles Distant

Devils Tower Perhaps Three Miles Distant

Longhorn, Excited to See Us? Not So Much

At the Entrance, A Mile Distant

Stopped at a Prairie Dog Town
On the way to the Visitor Center, we stopped at a prairie dog town to watch the little fur bundles do their thing for a few minutes before continuing on to have a large flock of turkeys cross the road in front of us.

Curious Prairie Dog
The massive Devils Tower butte sits upon a layer of iron-rich stone called the Spearfish Formation that is particularly exposed near the entrance to the park and later on again on the south side of the butte. The red rocks were particularly beautiful in the strong morning light when we visited.

Red Spearfish Formation

Beautiful Rock Formations

Annie Poses on Boulder Field at Base of Tower
As we got out of the Jeep to walk the dogs and then go have a look at the tower, I asked a passing ranger if the tower were columnar basalt like I had seen in other places. Our good old boy ranger, Bud from Appomattox VA, told me that it's a similar igneous rock called columnar phonolite. When magma cools very slowly, it sometimes forms 5- and 6-sided columns. Devils Tower was apparently never a lava flow, but an intrusion of magma between two other layers of rock, rock that has since eroded to leave the harder phonolite still standing.

We had no idea that we were in one of the premier crack climbing locales in the US until we spied at least eight climbers headed up. Devils Tower is also a sacred place to many Native American tribes. Climbers have voluntarily agreed to suspend climbing for the month of June out of respect for the tribes.

I wish we had longer to explore the area. There are several hiking trails near and around the tower that I would have like to have walked on such a gorgeous day, but Oregon was calling us and we still needed to get there on Monday, with Yellowstone and the Grand Tetons to see along the way.

Climber Belaying Another
Once back at I-90, we started making for Gillette WY, the next town of any size. Just east of there, we saw our first pumpjacks and would see them sporadically in Wyoming and Idaho. I had figured to see many more pumpjacks on our trip, but that's just as well. From my days in Texas, I remember how badly we scarred the earth in the oil fields and I have no need to see that again.

Aside from a bit of rain here and there and a couple hours of heavy mist in the UP, we've had a fortunate run of weather along our journey. We've experienced a couple hours at most of rain out of tens and tens of hours of driving. I know that bad weather is always a possibility in the Rockies and although it is super early, I am prepared for snow. I've been snowed on in the Sierra in July, so in discussing what clothing to bring with us in the Jeep with Ann while back in Virginia, I promised her we would encounter snow, no matter how far fetched that might seem in the heat of a September day back east.

And speaking of weather, from Gillette we could see the Bighorn Mountains on the horizon 75 miles to the west capped with ugly gray cloud cover, not a promising sign. We had already heard that Yellowstone was closed part of the day yesterday for snow and they're expecting a foot more today, more in certain places. Snow was clearly visible on the shoulders and peaks of the Bighorns.

The further west we went and the higher we climbed, subtle though the climb may be, the more texture the landscape had: gulches, canyons, rolling ridges, bald buttes, and mini mountains. Flatland was disappearing with each mile west especially west of the Powder River. The only green to be seen was the odd juniper tucked into a fold of the land along with a few stunted and gnarled cottonwoods along creek bottoms.

At Buffalo, the sky is leaden and gray clouds are massing over the Bighorns. Here, we have to commit to a route to Cody. Either we cross the Bighorns and Bighorn National Forest on the southern end using US-16 or we continue another 50 miles north and cross on US-14. For miles along I-90, we have seen warning signs along the road advising that the safest and fastest way to cross the Bighorns us by the southern route, US-16. As it looks like we are driving headlong into an approaching storm, I opt for the southern route.

On US-16, we head up into the mountains climbing higher and higher. As we climbed, we added to our collection of novel to us road signs. In Michigan and Wisconsin, we saw the snowmobile crossing signs and then in the last day, we had seen both bighorn sheep and elk crossing signs. Today, we added the "Open Range/Loose Stock" sign, not a comforting sign as you are ripping along at highway speed.

Although we didn't encounter any cattle in the Bighorns (we would the next day a couple of times), at 8000 feet, we did spy our first elk along the road, a spike buck. We also saw our first definitive mule deer including a buck with a monster rack. It's almost impossible to separate mule deer, blacktails, and whitetails when zipping down the highway, but these mule deer seemed related to Grace in that their ears were so big.

As we bested 9000 feet, we encountered snow on the hillsides and road shoulders. But fortunately, the sky that looked so bad merely showered us with a little rain on the way up. By the high point of US-16 at 9666-foot Powder River Pass, sunny skies had returned. We stopped and walked the dogs and admired the snow in September.

Snow on the Mountains

Just Playing at 9666' Powder River Pass
As if the drive up into the mountains were not spectacular enough, one of the awesome sights along US-16 across the southern end of the Bighorns is descending through Tensleep Canyon on the west side down toward the Bighorn Basin. Although I had never heard of this canyon, it is simply amazing; it left me slack-jawed awestruck; and our photos do not do it justice. Long favored by climbers as a top destination, Tensleep Canyon has imposing dolomite walls that rise hundreds if not thousands of feet above the floor of the canyon. I was sincerely jealous to see vehicles parked at the many trailheads along the way with our not having the time to hike this amazing canyon.


Dolomite Walls of Tensleep Canyon

Further Down in the Canyon

Nearing the Bottom of Tensleep Canyon
West of the town of Ten Sleep, we headed for Worland, one of the towns in the middle of the very arid Bighorn Basin. The Basin is extremely flat and quickly becomes agricultural: big irrigation rigs dominate the immediate landscape all over the basin and the area is checkered with bright green fields. Some of the fields were clearly pea-leafed alfalfa but the majority of the green acreage had large beet leaves. I've never seen sugar beets before but there is no denying what they are. They must not be red: the stems are bright green, telling me that the beets must be white or perhaps yellow.


Pronghorn Doe in the Bighorn Basin

Good Shot of the Horns on a Buck Antelope
Another interesting thing that I noted is that the flat basin seems to be rimmed with a gray or yellow-gray (sandstone?) uplift with almost no top soil as if it had been scoured clean by a glacier.

Uplift Surrounding the Bighorn Basin
The sunny skies that joined us as we near the summit of the Bighorns would hold until 30 minutes out of Cody when high cloud cover returned. Fifteen minutes later it was raining lightly. We stopped at Pat O'Hara Brewing in Cody for a late lunch/early dinner where I had a really nice IPA by Snake River Brewing in Jackson Hole. I had no idea at this point that same time tomorrow, I would be sitting in Snake River Brewing in Jackson Hole having the very same beer. As we left the brewpub, we were treated to a full on cold rain, a sign of things to come.

Beers at Pat O'Hara in Cody
Aside from our quick stop at Devils Tower, we did nothing really touristy on Thursday except to cross the spectacular Bighorns and Tensleep Canyon on US-16, Cloud Peak Scenic Byway. By design Thursday was a travel day to get us across Wyoming to Cody to set us up for a day in Yellowstone and then hopefully the Grand Tetons and Snake River Canyon on Saturday, leaving us two days to get across Idaho and Oregon.

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Oregon Trail: Custer State Park SD

Wednesday was a day that I was really looking forward to. I had read about Custer State Park in the Black Hills back in Virginia and was excited to see what it had to offer, not having a clue in advance that this would be the most spectacular place I have ever visited. I emailed my father the night before saying that I hoped to be able to photograph antelope and bison in the park. Keep reading to see if I was successful.

We built our itinerary around 5 items on the must-see list that the guys at Hydra back in Sioux Falls gave us: Custer State Park, Sylvan Lake, Mt. Rushmore, Sick n Twisted Brewing in Hill City, and Crow Peak Brewing in Spearfish, a very full day of activities. But, not knowing if we will ever have the opportunity to come this way again, I'm opting for full days. I certainly hope to have the chance, but what in this life is ever certain?

We started from our hotel in Rapid City which conveniently was located on highway 79, the road leading south to the park. As we drove south, Ann kept scanning through the radio dial trying to find a station of her liking. There was more than one station playing Native American chants: yet another we're not in Virginia moment.

We arrived at the Visitor's Center at abut 8:30 in the morning, some of the first visitors of the day, paid our entrance fee, and got a great overview of the park from one of the enthusiastic rangers. She wasn't sure if we would see bison because the cowboys are just starting to round them up before moving them to the corrals in the southern part of the park. They round them up to brand the young bison, give them a veterinary checkup and treatment as necessary, and to control the size of the herd to a level that is appropriate for the park. Each year, they auction off several hundred bison. The roundup and auction are apparently a BIG DEAL that draws a lot of spectators. I'm glad we missed the festivities by a week or so.

Our route for the day would take us south from the Visitor Center all the way around the Wildlife Loop until it terminated on US-16A, the main east west road through the park. From there, we would head west on 16A to highway 89 and then north to Sylvan Lake. From Sylvan Lake, we would head southeast on Needles Highway back into the park proper. Once we rejoined 16A, we would head east past the Visitor Center once again and then take 16A, Iron Mountain Road, north to Mount Rushmore.

Arriving at Custer State Park
Moth on a Gaillardia
Doggies Romp, Lone Ponderosa Pine
I got my wish to see Pronghorn antelopes right off the bat. I spied some to our right in a field and then another group coming to join them from across the road. Little did I know that we would only see about 8 antelope today, but that we would see thousands in the coming days.

Pronghorns Dart Across in Front of Us
Pronghorn, Antilocapra americana, Buck
At the Visitor Center, the ranger said that in all likelihood, we would encounter the band of feral burros on the backside of the wildlife loop, "because they are always there." What she didn't tell us is that they were going to stop traffic wading out into the road soliciting handouts.

Wild Burros
Stopping Traffic
Got Food?
Finding bison was equally easy as finding antelope. As we were driving, I spotted a herd of bison up on a hillside and then a second one right down near the road.

Unmistakably Bison, Even at a Distance
Small Herd Along the Road
Closer Still They Came
Rolling in the Dirt!
As we turned on to the main highway off the wildlife loop, a lone bull bison came plodding down the opposite lane, not giving a damn about anything or anyone and not in any hurry, either. We would notice this about bulls here and later in Yellowstone. A lot of them are off by themselves in the woods and they walk in and across the road with not a care in the world.

Where Does a 2000-Pound Bull Bison Walk?
At just about the end of the Wildlife Loop through the park, we came upon the 1.7-mile gravel road to the top of 6023-foot Mt. Coolidge, the highest point in the main part of the park, that hosts an active fire tower. Naturally, we had to go to the top for the 360-degree view.

Black Hills WNW From Mt. Coolidge Fire Tower
For some time during our morning drive, I had been seeing these beautiful coneflowers alongside the road, but it wasn't until our drive up to the Mt. Coolidge Lookout that I had a chance to look at them and see what they were. The blooms are very similar to the Clasping Coneflowers, Dracopis amplexicaulis, that grew so well in our garden at home. Those coneflowers have waxy blue leaves that clasp the stem; these Prairie Coneflowers had very different foliage.

Prairie Coneflower, Ratibida columnifera
Just before we left the park heading west, we came across this beautiful little lake called Stockade Lake, the largest of the lakes in the park.

Stockade Lake
Beautiful, a Grindelia I Think
Continuing past the lake on US-16A in the direction of Wyoming, we drove a short ways west before heading due north on highway 89 to Sylvan Lake. We had no idea what we were going to see, just working off the list that we got in Sioux Falls, and certainly no idea that the lake is the so-called "crown jewel" of Custer State Park. It is definitely the most beautiful lake that I have ever seen.

Sylvan Lake, Most Beautiful Lake I've Ever Seen
Rock Wall Damming the Lake
Enjoying the Sun
Annie, in the Center, for Scale
On Top of the Dam Rocks
Trail Through the Dam Rocks
Awesome Fuzzy Pom-Pom Seed Heads;
Maybe Common Cottongrass, Eriophorum angustifolium
Clark's Nutcracker, Nucifraga columbiana
I had heard Red Squirrels chattering away in the big pines near the lake. When Annie went into the building to use the restroom, I had a chance to watch one steal down a tree, make a beeline for a pine cone, grab the cone, and go flying back to the tree. I only had the chance for a single frame and I was lucky to catch the little guy with the huge cone in its mouth, all four legs off the ground in full stride. Not terribly in focus, but the squirrel was zooming by.

American Red Squirrel, Tamiasciurus hudsonicus, with Pine Cone
Quite reluctantly taking our leave of Sylvan Lake, we continued south on 87, Needles Highway, back towards the main part of the park. I knew from our talk with the ranger first thing in the morning that we would be going through two tunnels and the one at Needles Eye was extremely narrow at 8 feet and 4 inches wide. While that sounds and is pretty narrow, it is way more room than any passenger vehicle needs for passage, though it seems tight going through.

Needles Eye
Needles Eye Tunnel, 8'4" Wide
Granite Needles and Spires
More Spires
The Spires in Larger Context
Needles Highway terminates at US-16A which we took back east through the park past the Visitor Center. 16A splits north from 36 east of the park headed toward Mt. Rushmore. 16A is called Iron Mountain Highway at this point and contains most of the tunnels and pigtail bridges for which the scenic byway is famed. A pigtail bridge, sometimes known as a spiral bridge, is one that curls around and over (or under) itself allowing for a very quick ascent or descent in steep terrain. The really cool thing about approaching Mt. Rushmore from the south on this road is that the monument is clearly visible through the tunnels and from the top of Iron Mountain.

A couple words about Mt. Rushmore. I have always been conflicted about it. On the one hand, it is one of the most well-known monuments in the world and is practically synonymous with South Dakota. On the other hand, really, our mountains are not sufficiently beautiful that we cannot enjoy them in their natural state without having to impose our hand upon them?

Realistically, the best view all day was the one just below, viewing the carving from Iron Mountain Road through the tunnel. Getting closer did nothing for us. It really was kind of ho-hum. We were there so we paid the $10 to park and walk a bit closer, along with hundreds of other people. Mt. Rushmore can been seen in a quick drive by and is just not on my must-see list. You could skip it entirely and I don't think you would have missed much. My two cents.

Mt. Rushmore Framed by Tunnel
OK, So the Dogs Have Been to Mt. Rushmore
Fancy Granite Entrance and Walkway to Observation Deck
Virginia Flag Obscuring George, Kind of Fitting
From the Observation Deck
Neat Profile View of George
Done with our very brief stop at Rushmore, we headed in to nearby Hill City to visit Sick N Twisted Brewing. After a beer and a quick walk of the dogs, we headed for Spearfish where we would spend the night. I had hoped to head through the renowned Spearfish Canyon on the way into town on US-14A, another of the Black Hills' scenic highways, but I made a wrong turn somewhere and we ended up in first Deadwood and then Sturgis. Sturgis, sans Harleys, isn't a whole lot to look at.

Sign Says "He's Sick, I'm Twisted"
By late afternoon when we arrived at Crow Peak Brewing in Spearfish, we were famished. While I got us beers at the bar, Ann walked across the parking lot to a small BBQ joint and scored us some dinner. While the locals were raving about the BBQ, I'm thinking that while they do some stuff well out in SD, Q isn't one of them. Still, it was pig and I was starving.

Food in hand, we relocated outside and perched up around a tall fire pit with a few others where we got to chatting as we watched the beautiful sunset, the sky going all kinds of pink and orange. Grace joined us out on the patio and kept everyone entertained. It was well and truly dark before we headed to our hotel, another in a long line of unmemorable stops, for our final night in South Dakota, the most beautiful state on our trip.

Closing out the Day at Crow Peak Brewing
The Black Hills are spectacular. If there is one place you put on your bucket list to see in this country, make it South Dakota.

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