Remember how I rolled into Hulett, Wyoming last week all hot and bothered to see Devils Tower? It didn’t happen. Instead, Polly and I spent the week digging dinosaur bones with world-famous paleontologist Peter Larson of the Black Hills Institute in Hill City, South Dakota.
Peter and his crew were in the Hulett area excavating dinosaurs that, eons ago, were washed into a a ravine or stream and then buried by soil. 150 million years later, he was… Continue reading
I was enjoying that last cup of coffee with my hosts Carl and Erma Sensenig of Belltower Community, MT, when I cast a glance out the window. “Time to harness Polly.” I wanted to say but it came out, “Guys! I don’t see my mule!”
Polly, who’d been turned in Carl and Emma’s pasture overnight, had escaped. Damn! This was way big land and if she got a head start there’s no telling how far she could get before she… Continue reading
Mornings in the mule wagon, I open my eyes and see this.
The view from my front wagon window
Then then there’s a bump on the door, and if it’s not fastened, I see this.
The Lost Sea Wagon’s so short and the days so hot, I don’t sleep with a blanket so when Polly nudges the door open, she has a clear shot at my exposed toes. There’s just no getting away from her so I get… Continue reading
Clifford Hanley won’t put up with bad water, hot hats or squeaky hand pumps.
Medicine Rocks, MT
A Baker, MT resident, I met him recently at the hand-pumped well at the entrance to Medicine Rocks State Park. Clifford was a direct man -he’d ventilated his cowboy hat by slicing holes in it with a knife.
Medicine Rocks State Park
Medicine Rocks, MT
Clifford at the pump
So isn’t it odd that in 2007, a man in suspenders and… Continue reading
The big news on the Northern Plains this year is rain. After a twenty-year dry spell, the heavens have opened, releasing record amounts of rain, and mosquitoes, to the Land of Twelve Inches of Rain.
The ranch land’s greener than most old-timers remember. When I overhear them talking in the Post Offices and corner stores, the first thing I hear is, “Have you ever seen the top of (enter butte name here – Bullion, Sentinel, Square, South…) covered in grass?”… Continue reading
So last week mule Polly and I rolled into Beach, ND with a wagon full of relics. Man there was everything clanking around in the old wagon from arrow-pierced bottles to a short film of two dung beatles rolling their namesake across a road.
Welcome to Beach, ND (Mike Archdale photo)
Only one thing was missing from my collection of Great Plains stuff – relics from the Lost Sea – like fish fossils, sharks’ teeth, or even a… Continue reading
After forty-something days on the trail, mule Polly and I have yet to break the 250-mile mark – which is just the way we like it. Here’s why it’s taking so long.
“So where are you now?”
Folks have been asking me that a lot lately, as though, if I could point to a map and say, “Right here.”, they’d be satisfied. The answer promises to underwhelm. Remember, the Lost Sea disappeared over millions of years. In keeping with the theme of receding waters, Polly and I are living at the speed of ebb tide – or about five miles per day. This journey’s about rolling under the big sky and knocking… Continue reading
So you think driving your ’92 Ford F-150 to the drive-in theater is old school? Well get with the times, grab six bucks and let’s head down to the Sunset Drive-in in Plentywood, Montana. Yep, we’re taking mule Polly and the Lost Sea Wagon.
This week mule Polly and I took a break from fossil hunting to get into the grain hauling business. Slide in here beside me on the Lost Sea wagon and let’s head for Lake Alma.