We left the South Unit on a chilly morning, but the day heated up during the 60-mile drive north. On the road into the Park, we had a minor delay, the local version of a traffic jam.
|A herd of 15 or 20 cows and calves and a bull or two (young ones? Not sure why these were with the females) ambled across the road, supremely indifferent to the inferior beings in their metal boxes.|
|Juniper campground is in that grove of cottonwoods.|
|The little viewing pavilion was a 1930s CCC project.|
|Layers with varying degrees of erosion resistance, as well as different mineral make-ups, create striped slopes and platforms.|
|The "Cannonballs" are accretions, but I missed the explanation (if any) of why and how they formed in this cliff.|
|The Little Missouri River marks the line between Mountain Time and Central Time right here. South Unit runs on the former, North Unit on the latter. The parts of the North Unit across the river are wilderness, so no one cares what time it is there.|
|This was well above the trail, but in any case, however tempting, good people don't steal pieces of petrified wood.|
|All that hair gives bison itchy faces. And the post are perfect for scratching those itches... even if it means leaving some of that hair behind.|
|Wild turkeys. Not that different from British rock stars?|
|This was really a beautifully designed trail, and hiking it in the recommended direction early in the morning was perfect.|
©Rebecca M. Douglass, 2018
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