Sunday, September 25, 2016

Lemhi Pass

Today Quinn and I set off for Lemhi Pass.  Right on the border of Idaho and Montana.  Driving South from Dillon then West until you hit the dirt road to the pass.  Most of the time from the state highway to the pass you are traveling through the Bar Double T (-TT) ranch.  This is dry country and no sign of irrigation equipment but still very pretty.

Lemma Pass is part of the Lewis and Clark Route, although not while I choose it as I just expected beautiful views and was not disappointed.  It is also an old stage route.   The foliage here isn't quite as yellow as it was yesterday except at higher elevations.

Most ranches around here have at least one old log building on them.  There are several here in Dillon as well.  Most are being used, but on the -TT they have fences around them, possibly to help preserve them.

The view from the top of the pass to the east!

Back down the valley we drove through.

And to the west from the top of the pass.

Just so you know I don't cheat and use someone else's photos here's Quinn at the pass! 

You can go on down the other side of the pass into Idaho but I choose not to.  25 miles of dirt road to the State highway.  Then I'd have to find my way back to Dillon, without a map of Idaho.  Just didn't seem like fun so we went back the way we came.

Saw  lots of cows, a few mule deer, lots of Pronghorn Antelope-Speed Goats, and one herd of Elk.  The elk were so far away I had to use my binoculars, and then it was iffy!

The whole time I was driving today I kept thinking of this song.  One we were taught in school, well we were taught PART of it.  They probably don't teach it anymore-kids are missing out!  So I'll leave you with "Home on the Range".

1 comment:

a good yarn said...

To stand on the old stage coach road; to look at views that were familiar to Native Americans - full of spirits and legend; to see what early pioneers would have seen. Can you imagine raising a family in one of those log cabins. I've read articles that said families lived in homes like that as late as the 1940s. We certainly take our creature comforts for granted. Quinn is impossibly cute!