Okay, time for the trip report I've been excited for!
As some of you may know, BijanJames and I had made plans for me to show them around some places near me, as they were coming up from Colorado to visit Montana, where they'll be moving next year. Bijan and I sent some PMs back and forth figuring out when and where we wanted to go. Originally, we were going to try and do Morrison Jeep Trail, but they were coming up over the 4th and Morrison opens on the 15th. So we explored some other options. One of my favorite places is the Beartooth Mountains, where I spend a lot of my time. I figured we could do the route north of Cooke City, do some of the tougher sections, then drop down to the highway and go through Yellowstone on our way to Gardiner. From there, we could go up into Livingston and take the dirt backroad to McLeod. We could then turn left at McLeod and follow the Boulder River north to a camp spot. Then on the 4th we could go up my favorite trail, Independence. The plan was pretty solid, so I waited patiently for the day I went to see Bijan and his wife.
On the night of the 2nd, I packed all my stuff into the truck to get ready. On the morning of the 3rd, I woke up early to strap the tent on my truck and fill the fridge. I kissed my fiance goodbye, and headed toward Red Lodge.
Bijan had made it to Red Lodge the day before and called me to arrange a meeting place. I told him roughly where to go and what time. We arranged to meet at a parking area around 9 AM and head over the Beartooth Highway from there. On the way to Red Lodge, I was delayed about 20 minutes due to a bad car accident, but managed to make up a bit of time and cruised through Red Lodge at about 9:05, meeting up with them at about 9:20. Meeting them was awesome. They're super nice, friendly people who obviously share a great love of the outdoors. Introductions were made, and having made friends, we started up the Pass.
Our drive over the Beartooth Pass was uneventful. We stopped at a couple of my favorite viewpoints, and the summit of the highway at 10,947 feet. They were loving the scenery, and we were happily chatting on the CB the whole way into town. Having conquered the Highway and gotten to know each other better, we rolled into Cooke City to fill up.
After topping off, we aired down and headed up into the mountains. The views were awesome, and it was a beautiful day.
This route above Cooke is a fun one, full of mild off roading and great views. It's one of my favorite day trips. Bijan's truck was looking absolutely awesome cruising around out in the mountains.
We rolled down the rocky sections and made a quick crossing of Miller Creek before climbing up towards the unbelievably picturesque Daisy Pass.
Passing an old miner's cabin, we followed the route up a steep climb and past some snow, where we had our first view from Daisy Pass.
Daisy is a special place to me. The views are incredible, and it's very close to some really spectacular trails that go to some really amazing places.
Having taken in the sights, we followed the road around, moving past Lulu Pass and avoiding some lingering snow. Coming down the rocky switchbacks from Lulu Pass, we turned up a rocky climb and headed deeper into the mountains. The road here gets very rough and rocky, and eventually makes it's way down to an old mining cabin in a sheltered basin. I suggested we stop and have lunch here, so we parked the trucks and pulled out the food.
The conversation turned the way it always does with overlanders. Talking about trucks, places we've been, places we want to go. Bijan has a lovely little family, and they really are some tremendous people to spend time with. During our lunch, we heard mysterious gunfire in the nearby mountains. We figured it was just a couple people doing some target practice. We continued our camaraderie and I told them I had a special plan for the day: taking them over to the Sheep Mountain trail, where the road climbs to an overlook nestled on Sheep Mountain, very close to the top. A short hike would take us to the top, where an awesome view would await us. They loved the idea, so we set off.
On the way there, we discovered the source of the gunshots. A couple young guys in a Suburban were coming down the road. The Suburban had a gigantic gunshot hole in the front fender. I didn't ask.
Passing the hillbillies, we made our way up towards the mountain, but a storm was rolling in. We made our way to the rock steps before we started seeing lighting strike the mountaintops within 5 miles of us. Deciding that was a bit much, we turned around and headed back down, my plain foiled. We slowly made our way to the highway, through a thunderous rain and a bit of hail, where we aired up and headed towards Yellowstone. I was pretty bummed that my plan had fallen apart like that, but no matter.
Getting into the park took longer than expected, but we finally made it. We were hampered a bit by slow traffic, the inevitable bison in the road, and more heavy rain. Eventually, we made it over to Gardiner, where we headed north through Paradise Valley towards Livingston. Just north of Gardiner, we ran into a road block. They guy working it said we had to take the detour through Emigrant, because there was a major accident. Turning over the the east side of the river, we made a quick rest stop before continuing. I'll admit, I was pretty frustrated with the way our day had gone. Bijan seemed pretty about the day though, so I was glad about that.
We made our way through Paradise Valley and into Livingston, where we stopped to gas up before heading into the Boulder River valley. The gas station was jam-packed, so it was going to take longer than expected. I had to buy some batteries anyway, so I stopped and went into the convenience store and bought some. Then I made my way to the only open gas pump to fill up. With a full fuel tank, we headed through Livingston, a bit later than I had wanted.
As we drove through Livingston, we chatted about where we were and where we were going. I told them some of my favorite spots, and eventually we passed the last gas station headed out of town. I saw a really nice looking old 60 series Cruiser that I vaguely thought I recognized but didn't think much of it. Until I looked over at the pump, and I saw something that made me swerve into the gas station parking lot.
To be continued.....