2016 Sides Family Road Trip

Since most of you don’t have our hourly itinerary plugged into your phones or committed to long term memory, I’ll remind you that the first few days are about getting east so that we can see the site of Custer’s Last Stand at the Battle of Little Bighorn in Montana, and then move on to The Badlands and Mt. Rushmore in South Dakota.  I planned stops every few hours, though, to break up the trip. Some of the stops were intended to be only long enough to stick our neck out over a canyon and take a picture.  We used I-90 to cross WA, and all 70 miles of the Idaho panhandle, and 75 miles into Montana.

The first day’s stops were:

1. Microsoft Visitor Center (Redmond, WA)
2. Snoqualmie Falls (Snoqualmie, WA)
3. Vantage Bridge & Wild Horse Monument (Vantage, WA)
4. Indian Canyon Park (Redmond, WA)

Here are a few pictures:

We didn’t really get much farther East today, but that’s because of a couple of sights that I had put on the itinerary hoping they’d be pretty interesting.  It ended up being a fantastic day, ending with some unexpected surprises.

We’re all certainly much more in the groove of being on the road and stuck in close quarters with each other, too.  We were all less tired, less stressed, less cranky with each other today – and even happy to help with routine tasks.  Best of all: everyone was well prepared this morning, which gave us plenty of time to make our stops at the sights and still arrive at the campground at an early enough hour to cook some delicious food on our new grill.

The unexpected surprises were a bunch of wildlife treats at/near Lewis & Clark Caverns State Park.  The mule dear on the train tracks, the pelicans, the sand hill cranes (no picture), and the bald eagle were all spotted within the first of the 7-mile side road from the highway to the Lewis & Clark Caverns campground.  The big treat came when Sean asked me to take an after-dinner walk with him on a trail he could see winding up a hillside from our campground.  We let it take us about a mile and a half, and we were rewarded with not only some great sights & photos, but also sounds of what we believed to be elk calling each other (based on the elk calls we’d heard at the Rocky Mountain Elk Foundation in Missoula first thing in the morning – what a great little stop that proved to be)!

Otherwise, we did skip The Smokejumpers’ museum this morning, and it was well worth the extra time at the abandoned mining town of Garnet (circa 1890s – 1920s).  I knew Garnet would be a 50 mile detour, but what I didn’t know was that it included 15 miles of dusty, dry, washboard dirt road, and an ascent to an altitude of more than 6,000 feet!  We did fine on the rough road, and really enjoyed the views at a couple of overlooks.

1. Rocky Mountain Elk Foundation
2. Smoke Jumpers Visitor Center (skipped)
3. Garnet Ghost Town
4. Lewis & Clark Caverns State Park Campground

Yay I Made Mac and cheese and didn’t burn my hand off ?

When I made the plans for Day 3, I saw multiple warnings on the internet about making sure to get to Lewis & Clark Caverns early to get a ticket, because they can only be purchased on-site for THAT day, and they sell out fast.  I had scheduled us to leave the campground at 8:30, before they opened at 9am.  The tours are guided and take ~2 hours, so I gave us a 3 hours time slot for this event on the itinerary, to account for some wait time. Talking to the camp ranger at check-in, she corroborated my information, but said that nobody goes early, so if I were to be there promptly at 9am, I would assuredly be on the first tour. She was right.

It seems like campsite departure preparations go pretty quickly, but it does somehow take a significant amount of time.  Even with the grill and chairs already stowed the night before, I had a few tasks. First, I had to drive the front wheels off the wood planks stepfather left in the truck for nights like this when one side or one end of the rig was lower than the other.  (There are few things more annoying than the feeling of rolling downhill – and out – of bed all night long.)  I also had to disconnect the electrical connection (once all the coffee and toast was made), put the picnic table back on the grass, pull down the privacy curtains, roll in the awning, roll in the slide-out, make sure all the side hatches, roof vents, and windows were closed and latched.

While I was making ready to leave, the rest of the family ate breakfast and secured all loose items.  With my itinerary reviewed, map at hand, and printed directions ready (surprisingly, it’s been easier, almost every time, to use the old fashioned method than the GPS) we were ready to go.  On this morning, since we’d had no water/sewar hookup the night before, our first stop was ALL THE WAY… on the other side of the street… to empty the black water tank (toilet waste) and grey water tank (sink & shower waste) and then add a little fresh water back into the black tank to stop odors.  Oh, and I made sure we still added a little water to our fresh water tank, too, so we could flush the toilet, have a drink, wash a spoon, etc. while we were going down the road later in the day. I know it’s extra weight to pull around which might kill our gas mileage, but it IS vacation, right?

We left the dump (sewage) station at 8:50am and were 3 miles up the road at the ticket booth by about 5-after; wearing long pants and sweatshirts (49-50 degrees inside the cave at all times).  We were one of the first vehicles into the parking lot, and easily secured a spot on the first tour at 9:20am (whew).  The short wait gave us time to take in the landscape, as well as watch a mule deer fawn prance around its parents in the ravine below the parking lot.  Perhaps it was the same 3 deer that Sean and I had seen the night before?

Passing the entrance to the tour, the guide takes a head count, and collects the information cards that were handed out with the tickets. Then, all the eager visitors proceed along the sidewalk that winds across the side of the hill/mountain to the mouth of the cave. I happened to notice, though, that the guide didn’t immediately proceed down the sidewalk with the group. Instead, he went back across the parking lot to return the information cards to the ticket booth. Mom and I waited for him – I figured he’d appreciate it, and I also thought maybe we’d get some private time and “bonus” information. The guide was named Jim, and he was a retired teacher in his 11th year as a guide (with over 3,000 trips inside). He explicitly thanked us for walking with him, because normally he does walk alone, like I suspected. I’m fairly certain we had a great conversation, too, but it’s hard to say for sure. Jim apparently has a habit of walking on the outside edge of the paved path. As you see from one of the pictures I’m attaching, the paths to and from the cave traverse the relatively steep face of the mountain. There is no railing, and although it’s a paved path, there are places where the edge drops so drastically that the pavement is jagged and dropping away itself. Jim’s 69 year old left foot landed so near the “open air part of the trail” that his ankle actually buckled a couple of times because only two-thirds of his left foot actually connected with anything solid. So we must have had a good conversation, but I know I spent the entire time trying to figure out how to adjust myself so that he’d get away from the edge. I tried hugging the inside of the path, and I even tried being just slightly ahead or behind him, but nothing made a difference. I started to get the idea that maybe Jim’s walked that trail so many times that he now plays a little game with himself. In the end, I have no idea what we talked about, but I do know that I kept looking down the slope under Jim’s left foot wondering if, when he falls off, will he stop rolling close enough to the trail where he’ll still be able to hear me when I yell “Are you still alive?” or if he’ll just keep going down and out of sight and earshot?

Well, Jim did make it to the entrance of the cave, where we joined the rest of the group. Several people wondered why there was a locked gate there, and no way to get in. Jim explained that it was important to wait for him, of course, but gave us several other obvious reasons, as well (keeping animals out, keeping vandals out, etc.). He gave us a great tour, and we all enjoyed it. Half way through, it suddenly occurred to me that I’d also visited this cave when I was 9 years old and traveling with my family – something I hadn’t realized when I’d done the planning!

From the cave, we leisurely returned at the camper a half-hour ahead of schedule, and used the time to get a head start on the 4.5 hour road to Little Bighorn Battlefield.  After 2 days of late nights and early mornings, it was tough to keep the eyes from drooping, but a wet face-cloth and a few cold drinks kept us safe.  We leisurely toured the battlefield, and found ourselves still 30 minutes ahead of schedule headed to the “7th Ranch RV Park” on the other side of the highway. We collected our free ice cream sandwiches at check-in (I knew ahead of time about it, but Mom & the kids didn’t) and proceeded to our site with full electrical AND plumbing service.  We showered, did 2 small loads of laundry, cooked some burgers and dogs, talked to a neighbor, and then sat and relaxed while the stars made their appearance.

A quick note about Little Bighorn Battlefield before I stop: this non-distinct tuft of grass – among many similar looking tufts of grass in that part of the State – made as big an impression on all 3 other people in my family as it did on me more than 30 years ago… and no small part of that was the the way the ranger told the “story” about that day’s proceedings back in 1876.  Until that day, I hadn’t seen anyone capture the attention of 2 young people for more than a half hour the way that guy did. Impressive!

Here are the day’s pictures for

1. Lewis and Clark Caverns
2. Little Bighorn Battlefield National Monument

Enjoy.

Sticking to the schedule has happily been quite easy. Day 4 was:

1. leave MT, cross WY, enter SD
2. Center of the Nation Monument (somewhat skipped)
3. Saloon No. 10 for lunch
4. Mount Moriah Cemetery (somewhat skipped)
5. Mount Roosevelt Friendship Tower
6. drive to campground at Badlands

As long as we leave at the proper time in the morning, we’re able to visit each attraction at our leisure, and when we’re done, we seem to be either right on schedule, ahead, or in a situation where if we’re behind, it doesn’t matter!  I might be saying something different when it comes to areas of heavy traffic – I didn’t account for that!  And we haven’t needed a grocery shop yet – in fact, we’re not eating as much as we normally do, so it’ll be a while, anyway….

That neighbor we talked to the night before was also headed to South Dakota. He was staying with I-90, but I had planned to back-track 3 miles to catch State Highway 212 across. We looked at the map together, and liked my idea, but was going to stick with his original plans – and I was going to stick to mine. Out here, I figure being off the highway could provide better sightseeing. Besides; I’d planned to use that section of I-90 on the westward leg back to Yellowstone, anyway; no sense hitting it twice.  Well, 212 proved fruitful, and we had a great morning ride. We saw a lot more Crow Reservation, and also crossed the Northern Cheyenne Reservation, too.  We were treated to our first prairie dog sightings, and quite a few antelope, as well.  We didn’t detour to the plaque at the site of the “Center of the Nation” (when considering AK and HI) after all, but went straight to Saloon #10 in Deadwood, SD (after crossing through a little corner of Wyoming).  JT and I amazed that the last 3 days’ driving had all been in one State!

I was shocked to learn that Deadwood remains an active gambling town. It’s brick-covered streets attract some “interesting characters” and so the sights abound. Saloon #10 is where “Wild Bill Hickock” was murdered during a game of poker – and we even drove by the cemetery where he’s buried, near other known names like “Calamity Jane.” I ordered a “wild boar” appetizer which the boys thought was fantastic (“tastes like pork, Dad”) and I had a buffalo burger, which I like.  Mom had a pasta dish with shrimp in it, and she wasn’t overly impressed.  Gee?  Ya think?  No beer available on draught, though, if you can imagine! But she had a nice IPA and I even indulged in a Shiner Bock, which, from Texas, was a “western enough” beer for the occasion, I felt.

After the late lunch we found the second windy/hilly/dirt road of our trip, to take a short walk at the top of a nearby mountain to see “Friendship Tower.” It was built in 1919 by a friend of Teddy Roosevelt, which he opened with a July 4 ceremony during his presidency. Now a national landmark, it’s clear that it’s not often visited (and the only other two people who were there at the same time confirmed).  For the five minutes it took to walk in and up the monument, we were rewarded with some great views – all the way to WY, MT, and even ND!

As much as everyone enjoyed Deadwood, the Badlands have taken the highlight.  The gasps and praises that could be heard from the coach as we pulled into the park just at sunset were worth the whole trip 10-fold.  As I write this, we’ve only driven to the heart of the park to get to the campground, but we’re looking forward to a day of “no plans” tomorrow except exploring here. Our only “obligation” is to be 2 hours away at Mt. Rushmore tomorrow night before they start the light show at around 9:30pm.  We’ve had our own light show here, though, as we’ve watched thunderstorms pass by us, leaving us only with some decent residual wind, but nothing else to worry us.

For all of our East Coast readers (most of you) I thought I’d say a few things about “The West,” now that I’ve been crawling around on it for a few days.  Mostly “facts” but a few mouses/comments/questions.

1. It isn’t as much “West” as I remember. Very few people are actually walking around with cowboy hats, cowboy boots, plaid shirts, blue jeans, and spurs.  At the rodeo tonight, many people did have hats and boots, but they all looked to clean.  So, I suspect, like we did, they donned their normally closeted gear for the occasion.
2. In some places, the speed limit isn’t just 65, it’s 70!
3. You can drive for 3 days, in the same direction, and still be in the same State.
4. Vehicle choices are: gas or diesel pickup truck. That part about The West still seems to be true.  And it’s okay to put your dog in the back, even if your pickup is a flatbed (with no walls whatsoever).  That leads to the sub-section of this item:
   1. Dogs in The West have on-demand super glue on the bottom of their feet.
5. In some places, the speed limit isn’t just 70, it’s 75!
6. Most towns are in some sort of population contest, because they post their procreative accomplishments at the town limit.
   1. I just wonder how often they go out there with updates?  When you only have a few hundred people, do you make updates every time and Aunt Maude dies, or do you have to wait until special events occur, like when Cousin Matilda has twins?
   2. Who declares the winner of this contest, anyway?
7. If you’re at all a curious at heart, traveling hundreds of miles at a time is NEVER boring. The entire terrain changes every few miles… and drastically. And in between, almost every roadside human construction has some remarkable oddity.  For example, things spotted in random fields:
   1. An “open range” – literally – as in, the kitchen appliance with a cook top and an oven door, which was open.  Oh, and it had a sign that said “open range” in case you wondered what you were looking at
   2. 800 sq. ft. houses with literally 10-15 cars parked outside
   3. oil derricks
   4. a 60-foot concrete brontosaurus
   5. collections of neatly organized junk (cars or farm equipment, or, most often, unidentifiable metal)
   6. abandoned houses, trailers, barns – in various states of abandonment/decay
   7. full-size dolls/sculptures of people (think trompe l’oeil) doing things like riding a boat off an embankment, crashing into a pond (it would have been more believable if it was an ATV instead of a boat – who drives a boat on land?)
8. Driving in the summer is pretty easy.  The chain up/removal areas hint at a different story for non-summer months.
   1. The are always ample shoulders.
   2. There are no trees, bushes, or curves in the road to obstruct your view.
   3. In most places, there are 20-30 mile stretches with no intersections, cross-streets, driveways, stores, or gas stations to pose any cross-traffic risks, or to cause you to get lost.
   4. “Traffic” is defined as 2 or 3 cars within a quarter-mile of each other. If you find yourself among more vehicles than that, double-check: you may be in a Walmart parking lot.
   5. Basically, it’s possible to simultaneously, drive 70 mph down a road with a 20 mph crosswind, scan all surrounding areas for wildlife (or check the species of each roadkill), track the path of the horizon thunderstorm, answer questions from the passenger seat about how to operate Facebook or the digital camera, carry on 2 different conversations with people in the back of the coach, eat pasta salad, and follow the map… without crashing.  It’s pretty much like the “lightsabre battle Tesla advertisement” except there are no Teslas out here.  No, seriously: if you’re going to bring a Tesla out here, it would only end up in one of the above-mentioned collections
9. In some places, the speed limit isn’t just 75, it’s 80!  (No, I haven’t seen any speed limit signs that say something like “reasonable and prudent,” which I read about in a magazine, once.)
10. I haven’t seen ANY solar panels out here, and the only windmills were in Eastern Washington, which I still classify as the Pacific Coast instead of The West.

I got this awesome shirt In Deadwood, SD. On the first day of wearing it, three different people told me they liked it. Dad says I can’t wear it to school, but that’s okay, I still like it.