A Pieceful Life

A Pieceful Life

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My name is Peg - I am a 60ish wife, mother, daughter, sister, aunt, cousin, friend - and if we're not already related or friends, hope to become your friend too.
We live in the eastern end of the beautiful Fraser Valley, about 1.5 hours east of Vancouver, BC. Empty nesters, we have one son living just a few minutes away, our other son and daughter live in Alberta.
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Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Starting Homeward

Leaving South Dakota, our plan was to try to see more of Montana on our way homeward.  But we had a ways to go, and things to see in between.
First stop – Devil’s Tower National Monument in Wyoming:441
Legend has it that the striations in the rock were made by a giant bear chasing Indian maidens.
Then we headed for Cody – home of Buffalo Bill.  First we had to get over a mountain pass – roads not as steep as those we drove on our trip to Bella Coola a couple of years ago, but slow-going none-the-less.  And the snow – as high as our trailer in some spots:449
Hard to believe it’s June.
Grizz and I had been to Cody a number of years ago, and were completely charmed, so looking forward to another old western town.  We were disappointed to find it highly commercialized now.455.Cody
Many of the old buildings are still there, but not the walk back in history that we were anticipating.  We did stop at the Irma (Buffalo Bill’s hotel) for a coffee – and admired the Cherrywood bar, original to the site:
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With enough day left on our hands, we decided to look for a campground a little further on the road – and discovered Red Lodge:465
Where even the garbage cans reflect the flavor of the area:467
And the Sundance Kid tried to rob this bank in 1897:469
Happy Wild, Wild West!       Blessings, Peg

2 comments:

  1. Wonderful photos - sounds like a grand vacation. Glad you found a western town.

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