Over 1500 miles of riding in the great plains of Montana, Wyoming, South Dakota and Minnesota, it is most difficult to narrow the field of favorite pictures, but here they are. Enjoy!
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Caught in a spring snowstorm, and unable to put in our canoe on the Upper Missouri, we instead walked Virgelle, MT - a ghost of a town. |
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A squall suddenly cleared to reveal the first sun of our trip on the Upper Missouri Breaks - setting as it was, a magical moment. |
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Dark Butte Camp - emerging sun casts a warm light on the amazing rock formations |
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Old US 87 from Billings to Hardin - empty of cars but not headwinds or beauty |
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Little Bighorn Battlefield - a moving experience, with relief that the native perspective is represented |
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Lumps in the plain, on US212 in southeast Montana |
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A striking sunset at my wild campsite on Wyoming SR112, one of the most scenic roads on the trip |
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The light! I cannot just let it pass! Wyoming ranch on SR112 |
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I had to take multiple stops as the light kept changing the face of Devil's Tower near Hulett - finally it was perfect. |
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Sunrise on Deerfield Lake in the Black Hills, South Dakota. The delicacy of the vegetation set in a shimmering waterfield caught my eye. |
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A heart stopping moment on the Wilderness Drive in Custer State Park. Completely surrounded by these magnificent buffalo. Wilderness Drive is a top ten riding circuit in my book! |
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The gradually emerging Badlands from Sage Creek Road. |
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The Badlands are simply magnificent and surreal. The subtle colors and textures caught my eye. |
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Low morning sun casts amazing shadows to reveal the textures. |
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Back to the Missouri River at Fort Thompson - the setting sun casting interesting cloud shadows on the eastern sky. |
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And that same sunset - radiant! |
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I agree! But the markers of accidents caught my attention in both Montana and South Dakota. The starkness of the four markers against a darkening sky seemed most ominous. |
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And while not in the catalog of my best pictures, traded shots with another tourist. Included as many ask "what is it like?" My loaded bike. Now you know. |
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And at last, my route from Havre home - the great Great Plains journey! |
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