
words are useless. just go
From a favored campground the Custer Nat. Forest, take the gravel to 78, right to Red Lodge -- seems benign enough. Construction is heavy for such a tiny road. Writers should get a job like that. Stand in the sun, wave at cars, wonder at lives passing.
Beartooth Pass. It is south on 212, just a snaking red line in the atlas, nothing to fear -- such lines. Hurry. You don't have time for 11,000 ft passes.
10,947ft.
This is the second time, but the first from north to south, which is different, less knee-shaking, or maybe age brings courage for dizzy cliffs. Read More
Beartooth Pass. It is south on 212, just a snaking red line in the atlas, nothing to fear -- such lines. Hurry. You don't have time for 11,000 ft passes.
10,947ft.
This is the second time, but the first from north to south, which is different, less knee-shaking, or maybe age brings courage for dizzy cliffs. Read More