A Spring road trip to southwestern North Dakota counties and the Little Missouri National Grasslands: a Visual Essay, in no particular order.
My very first in-person shopping at Roxie’s Smoke Shack. Jim is a celebrity there. We had some laughs and bought some stuff. Then I walked across state Highway 12 to mail a Marmarth postcard to my brother with a 48-cent stamp.
A great wildlife trip. Lots of pronghorn and deer.
We rounded the circle (more accurately described as a zihg-zag) of the butte country of southwest North Dakota, our home country, with the buttes as our navigation point, circling around Bullion Butte — and, of course,always the Little Missouri River. The sky was blue, the clouds were puffy, and we could see all the way into Montana. We listened to the AM radio stations of the area but mostly relished the quiet and the open spaces. We met no other vehicle on the Marmarth Road from where it goes north off the Yellowstone Trail highway until we were just south of Golva. We spotted one lone bison bull along north boundary fence as we made our way by Theodore Roosevelt National Park and headed back east to Red Oak House.