Two of us, riding nowhere, spending someone's hard earned pay.
Two of us, Sunday driving, not arriving.
On our way... back home.
Today was a little excursion up to Fairy Lake, which is the place I spent my first night in the Bozeman area when J-Ho, a/k/a Uncle Jesse, and I rolled through here in '02.
You leave town through Bridger Canyon and skirt around the east side of the Bridger Range, which is quite picturesque.
You drive about 20 miles out of town, pass several multi-million dollar homes, continue past Bridger Bowl, a ski area, and turn on to this raggedy-ass Forest Service road. There are only two or three people who read this blog who understand just how shitty this road is; Uncle Jesse and Nessie, who have both probably been on this road. (UJ- it was even worse and more washed out than when we took it.)
It is four-wheeling at its finest. This bouncy trip had a pretty damn good payoff.
I wanted to recon the area, because, later this week, I am going to scramble a couple thousand feet up to the saddle between Sacajawea Peak and Hardscrabble Peak, and then another thousand or so up to Sacajawea Peak to take some photos of the valley for y'all. (How I suffer for thee, sitting comfortably inside climate-controlled steel and concrete structures, bathed in the glow of flourescent lights, keeping tabs on your swingline staplers.) The trailhead to get up Sacajawea Peak is up near Fairy Lake.
This is Fairy Lake.
That is Hardscrabble Peak, looming over the lake.
In this one, you can see the saddle. Hardscrabble is on the right, and Sacajawea is on the left, at the edge of the picture.
We saw some cutthroat trout swimming in the lake, but P-Diddy took a dip and scared them off.
Awfully unsightly, innit?
There were some free-range cows, flirting with disaster on the road home.
Peace out. I am going to go eat something. Perhaps my left arm, as it does not contain sugar, alcohol or white flour, and has limited utility, really. I probably won't even miss it. Perhaps with fava beans and a nice Chianti.
You leave town through Bridger Canyon and skirt around the east side of the Bridger Range, which is quite picturesque.
You drive about 20 miles out of town, pass several multi-million dollar homes, continue past Bridger Bowl, a ski area, and turn on to this raggedy-ass Forest Service road. There are only two or three people who read this blog who understand just how shitty this road is; Uncle Jesse and Nessie, who have both probably been on this road. (UJ- it was even worse and more washed out than when we took it.)
It is four-wheeling at its finest. This bouncy trip had a pretty damn good payoff.
I wanted to recon the area, because, later this week, I am going to scramble a couple thousand feet up to the saddle between Sacajawea Peak and Hardscrabble Peak, and then another thousand or so up to Sacajawea Peak to take some photos of the valley for y'all. (How I suffer for thee, sitting comfortably inside climate-controlled steel and concrete structures, bathed in the glow of flourescent lights, keeping tabs on your swingline staplers.) The trailhead to get up Sacajawea Peak is up near Fairy Lake.
This is Fairy Lake.
That is Hardscrabble Peak, looming over the lake.
In this one, you can see the saddle. Hardscrabble is on the right, and Sacajawea is on the left, at the edge of the picture.
We saw some cutthroat trout swimming in the lake, but P-Diddy took a dip and scared them off.
Awfully unsightly, innit?
There were some free-range cows, flirting with disaster on the road home.
Peace out. I am going to go eat something. Perhaps my left arm, as it does not contain sugar, alcohol or white flour, and has limited utility, really. I probably won't even miss it. Perhaps with fava beans and a nice Chianti.
posted by Joe at
5:05 PM
1 Comments:
I'm from Texas, but visted Fairy Lake in November. It was cold and icy and that road was a bumpy-ass ride!
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