The Old Yellowstone Trail

Every now and again, it’s good to get off the beaten path, and blaze a new trail. Or at least explore the road less travelled, which is exactly what Sexy Hubby and I did this weekend whilst on our way to a picnic in the park.

Yellowstone National Park.

After all, it’s only over an hour away and we hadn’t visited all summer.

Bridge to Old Yellowstone Trail

Old Bridge Up Close

Old Bridge Side View

Old Bridge Over the Yellowstone River

Looking Over the Yellowstone River

The Nuts and Bolts of the Old Bridge

Weight Limit 8 Tons

Old Yellowstone Trail Runs Next to the Yellowstone River

Fishermen on the Yellowstone River

Fields along the Yellowstone

Devil's Slide

 

Here an object met our attention which deserves more than a casual notice – two parallel vertical walls of rock, projecting from the side of a mountain to the height of 125 feet, traveling the mountain from base to summit, a distance of 1,500 feet.

The sides were as even as if they had been worked by line and plumb-the whole space between, and on either side of them, having been completely: eroded and washed away.

We had seen many of the capricious works wrought by erosion upon the friable rocks of Montana, but never before upon so majestic a scale.

Here an entire mountainside, by wind and water, had been removed, leaving as the evidences of their protracted toil these vertical projections, which, but for their immensity, might as readily be mistaken for works of art as of nature.

In future years, when the wonders of the Yellowstone are incorporated into the family of fashionable resorts, there will be few of its attractions surpassing in interest this marvelous freak of the elements.

For some reason, best understood by himself, one of our companions gave to these rocks the name of the “Devil’s Slide.” The suggestion was unfortunate, as, with more reason perhaps, but with no better taste, we frequently had occasion to appropriate other portions of the person of his Satanic Majesty, or of his dominion, in signification of the varied marvels we met with.

— Nathaniel P. Langford, Wonders of the Yellowstone, 1871 {according to Wikipedia.}

Devil's Slide, Gallatin National Forest

The Joys of Summer

As we neared the end of the Old Yellowstone Trail, with the Roosevelt Tower – and northwest entrance to Yellowstone Park – within site, the dirt road forked.

Sexy Hubby began down the right fork, the one we’d taken time and again. Then he braked, nudged the truck into reverse, and ambled to the left fork of the old, dirt road. The road curved upward, if ever so slightly, and we couldn’t see what was at the end of this road, or where it went, if anywhere.

Slowly, as we crested to the top of the hill, to our amazement, we discovered a long, lost jewel, hovering within viewing distance of Gardner, Montana.

Wait until you see the secrets of the past which we discovered this sweltering summer day…

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