On the 30th of June, our biggest decision of our trip came. We had to decide whether to continue to follow Grandma’s trip back to the Black Hills or deviate to another unknown destination. It had been an exciting, breathtaking, and awe inspiring journey in the footsteps of an amazing woman, but here is where we said good-bye and started our own chapter in this journey.
Amy and I decided to detour for the sake of adventure, and went 140 miles through some of the most thrilling travel thus far; up Chief Joseph’s Highway and then up the Beartooth to Red Lodge.
Our trip is done, and this article is my poor attempt to capture our journey following my Grandmother. She said it best in her journal;
“Shutting my eyes I can still see 10,000 vistas; twisting roads clinging tightly to cliffs, tangles of cactus, gray cliff dwellings, pregnant with the haunting sense of life fled recently, painted deserts, forests of giant pines backed by blue mountains with frozen caps of snow, long green valleys, and cottonwood lined streams and rivers. Copper colored canyons dropping from underfoot, far into depths of earth. All this is The West. It all beckoned to us, to tease us with its hint of mysteries, only to leave us desiring more…”
Above: More pictures of Amy and Mark’s 1969 Avion C-11 camper