Writing On Stone
Park The May long weekend was largely a bust. We had plans to go backpacking in the Front Range but we cancelled them because of bad weather. Instead we headed to Writing On Stone Park where the weather was considerably nicer. We drove to the town of Milk River and set up camp before driving to Writing On Stone Park. We would have preferred to camp at the park but it was full. At the park an area is set aside for backcountry hiking. It looked interesting on the Internet and I envisioned a long hike that would include exploring coulees. In reality it was a tiny area, only five kilometres long and a third as much wide. Nonetheless it was a fascinating area and thankfully, except for two others whom we never saw, we had the area to ourselves. The river crossing undoubtedly kept the crowds away. We also delighted in the 25° weather. |

Fording the Milk River

Entering Davis Coulee

Don't know if this feature has a name or not

I do some scrambling on an interesting wall.

Cliff swallow mud nests

Deepest section of the coulee

Same as above

Couple fording the Milk River

Sweetgrass Hills to the south

Flowers and cactus

Rabbit

Plenty of interesting rock formations to explore

Dinah checks out a window

I check out another window

Dinah appears to have climbed a hoodoo, when in fact she
merely walked to the other
side of the coulee (mouse over).

Hawks
Sweetgrass Hills, Montana The following day we drove into Montana crossing the border at Coutts, Alberta. After driving down HWY 15, we turned left onto HWY 343 and headed to Sweetgrass Hills. Along the way we spotted a pronghorn but it bounded away before we could take any photos. We had learned at the Writing On Stone interpretive centre that the Hills are accessible only with permission, but when we came to the farmhouse at the base of the Hills nobody was home! We spotted a tent perched on a nearby hill and drove over to it. An Indian couple from Great Falls was camped there with the farm owner's permission. They were joining a vision quest with other Indians but hadn't located the group. However, he too said we should get permission from the farm owners. We hung around for two hours but no one returned to the farmhouse. Rather than wait all day we left. It's not likely we'll return! |

Sweetgrass Hills as we drive east

View of the Hills looking northwest. Farm
is out of sight on the left.

A killdeer feigns a broken wing to draw predators away from its nest
(mouse over).
Movie (taken from the car)