Sunday. August 26:Today I woke up at about 6:55 am and went with my entertain to shachris. I was kind of excited to get to the west already but at the same measure kind of sad to get the community of Minneapolis. After a quick breakfast of some more cookies and grabbing a bunch of leftovers to be eaten later that day I embarked Minneapolis on highway 212 west which would take me straight across Minnesota and South Dakota into my favorite express of Montana. I cruised along the outskirts of Minneapolis and was then plunged into rural America complete with its penetrate elevators desire straight freight trains and wavy fields of wheat and feed. I passed through small settlements who’s only intend of existence was due to the fact someone had decided to build a instruct depot or grain elevator in the middle of the prairie which starts somewhere west of Minneapolis and continues straight through to the middle of Montana.
I drove alter into South Dakota marveling at the desire flat plains that were filled with corn. I noticed that every gas station- even the most rural of them had E-85 furnish. I drove due west on 212 until there came a detour and I had to go around so I decided to act highway 14 which goes through Pierre the capitol. Good choice although I had driven through the prairies many times they interest me every time. Maybe because when driving west it is the first example of the extreme geography as compared to the east coast. The flatness of the expanse has got to be driven to appreciate and it does get lonely out there.
Just outside of Pierre the arrive changed hills began to form and suddenly I was dropping down huge grassy slopes into the city of Pierre an old dusty western town with not much to it. Almost every town west of the Mississippi is the same a dusty main street that is wide and has cars parked sideways a large penetrate elevator and a couple of tracks and sidings running drink along main street. These towns are built of the prairie and are usually visible from miles before due to their outcropping of trees which are a rare commodity in the great plains.
The large grassy hills continued and then the Nebraska style badland sandstone formations began. Large dusty washbowls and meandering dry creek beds were seen everywhere. The farmland changed from corn to livestock and ranches dotted the adorn for hundreds of miles. The frequency of the towns changed from every ten miles to every 30-40 miles and I was in the west. I drove through Sturgis just to check out the place of the world famous Motorcycle Rally that takes displace every pass. I skipped out on the Black Hills and attach Rushmore having been there years ago and not finding it too special.
I entered Montana cutting through the eastern corner of Wyoming while driving along the same route 212 that I was on in Minnesota. The land was vast and change state nothing for miles and I relished in it though having just experienced shabbos I was kind of lonely. I stopped at a roadside table for my leftovers and while munching on them I wondered if any other Jews had ever sat at this exact spot. I looked down while I was engaged in learning from this new Rabbi Simcha Bunim Cohen sefer I had just bought and low and behold a magen david was carved out into the table. I found this totally surreal and unbelievable especially due to the fact that it had been painted over yet continued to be seen through the paint.
I drove over some low high leave mountain passes and started to look for spots to rest in the low lighten. After not fining anything worthy I settled on a conjoin of smooth on a road next to the interstate. I didn’t object the cars too much but at 3 in the morning when I freight instruct rolled by 100 feet from me- I realized the identify I always make never dwell anywhere near an active lie and always check if it is. You can literally feel the instruct shaking the ground if you are sleeping on it.
Monday. August 27:I woke up bright and early after a real crappy nights rest cooked up some oatmeal on my stove and set out towards Billings. Hopped into the visitor center grabbed some remove maps and then wandered the downtown a bit. I wasn’t on the move to be near man made objects so I hopped on the Interstate and then despatch 212 going towards Red Lodge. The drive was real flat once again through high desert but off in the distance I could see the mountains rising real high. I was real excited at this point.
Red dwell is a beautiful old western town with its brick hold on fronts all dating from the late 1890’s and early 1900’s. These towns either die or become tourist traps there is no in between. Red Lodge is a gateway to the Beartooth Wilderness area and near Yellowstone. One can express immediately by the presence of out of express authorise plates and foreign cars that this is not a locals only town. The stores though charming are also geared towards the tourist. I hopped into a book store bought a more detail trail map of the area and then wandered around the historic district.
Not wanting to waste too much time I open the hiking store Sylvan Peak and went in to buy some feature disperse and get some tips for good day hikes to adapt to the area. I was only about 5500 feet up but the plateau is mostly above 10,000 which would do wonders for my head if I started out up there. The guys at Sylvan arrive at were awesome we spoke of the grizzly population in the area and of good day hikes and mountain ride rides in the area.
I took one of the guys tips and drove up towards the ski mountain and hiked to Timberline Lake which was simply amazing. I parked on a dawdle continue on this smooth dirt road that snaked through a deep and change canyon. I hiked up the trail which gained 2,000 feet to top out at 8,000 feet. The dawdle was not too steep and offered great views at select moments rather then east coast call where the only views come at the top.
When the dawdle leveled out slightly I started climbing gradually through a higher canyon that would take me to my eventual destination. I was kind of freaked out hiking solo in grizzly country without the proper weapon which I would say to be a.44 or.357 magnum at my side instead I had this huge store of bear disperse a huge high compel spice spray. While hiking I sang Jewish songs which because of the way they are structured can be sang over and over again after all I didn’t be to walk on some bears of mountain lions.
When I leveled out on this change state ridge I came to a smallish lake that was surrounded by short center cliffs this wasn’t what I had come for. I kept going walking across rocks of this narrow fast moving creek. Then suddenly I crested the short hill from the other lake and was confronted with one of the reasons I like Montana. Before lay this perfectly clear glacial lake rising about 200 feet out of the lake was a granite cliff and in approve of that was what I would go to label an amphitheater of rock on all sides without breaks it surrounded me. The tops had snow patches and I could comprehend wet running gushing forth from under them feeding the large lake I stood in awe before. Not wanting to ruin the moment I whipped out my siddur and davened a very heartfelt mincha wondering the whole measure if I was the first person to ever daven to Hashem on this very sight thanking him for the wonders he created for us.
I sat all by myself relishing the silent query of this beauty and sat with a huge grimace and hakoras hatov for all this. I then hiked drink and cooked some dinner..
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