Sunday my cousin and I walked the trail at Slide Lake, a favorite place of hers. To get there we tackled roads nearly as rough as the one I had been on the week before, the road my cousin said that everyone who lives here knows better than to travel on. She wanted to find “The Wedding Tree”, a spot where many locals choose to get married, including friends of hers, but she hadn’t ever been there. We also stopped to take pictures of the red hills and old wagons, plus the horses and cows who were observing us as we checked out the scenery. One stop to see a couple of ravens who had caught our eye resulted in a quick glimpse of a moose and calf as they were heading Into the woods. I resolved to go back to see what I could see another time.But I’m forgetting to mention the Gros Ventre Slide, scene of an event that changed the scene in this area. And named the lake in the process.
And a tease of sunset on the way home.