So in between major storms, I drove up to the end of the South Fork Road. While it was a nippy 20 degrees in town, it was a blistering 43 at the end of the road, elevation 6500. That’s a temperature inversion – the cold air settles down in the valleys and basins while the warmer air sits on top. It was a beautiful day with not a lot of traffic on the road except for this gang:
Of course they walked into the shaded part of the road before I could stop and get my camera.
I saw a lot of deer and actually a few of these guys. They were taking advantage of the sun and warmth to wake up for a quick snack.
Prairie dogs frequently wake during hibernation to stock up on food if the weather is warm enough. Not sure if these guys were having any luck finding anything to eat under the snow.
It’s always a gorgeous drive to the end of the road. It amazes me that the very first settler here arrived in 1895 and the closest “city” would have been Red Lodge, Montana, a full 100 miles to the north. Back then that would have been a least a week’s journey, just for a bag of flour. Can you imagine being that self sufficient?
Think about that the next time you pop into the grocery store for a loaf of bread.