Here we ALMOST adopted a sweet tabby cat who came to us when called and apparently wanted to adopt us. He was the friendliest and most cuddly kitty, jumping on our laps for hugs and back-rubs (his) and would just lay by our feet and spend all day with us if we were outside. We gave him milk and tuna, which he seemed to like and appreciate. Once Mary went into the coach to get something and the kitty just followed her right into the coach, looked around and then followed her back out again. By the last night we were deliberating getting a kitty litter box and taking him with us, as he did not have a collar and looked a bit thin, but as fate would have it two women came to a small cabin behind our site for a few minutes and the kitty went directly to greet them; then returned to us when they were leaving. As they were getting ready to leave Bill thought to ask them if that was their cat. They said it was not theirs, but that it belonged to one of their ‘renters’, and that the kitty’s name is Turbo. So we were saddened that we would be missing Turbo when we left, but glad that he did in fact have a home to go to when the nights get cold. As you can see by the photos there was an instant connection between us. We miss you Turbo cat. If anyone stays there, look him up and pet him for us.
On Thursday 08/03 we took a drive to the Bighorn Scenic Byway and Medicine Wheel, on US Hwy 14 with spectacular views of Fallen City (a hill of Madison Formation limestone blocks).
At Burgess Junction, where there is a Visitor Center one has the choice of continuing on Hwy 14 to Shell Falls and the higher elevations, or turn off of Hwy 14 to US Hwy 14A, the Medicine Wheel Passage to Medicine Wheel, which is a sacred and spiritual Indian destination for ceremonies and as a place to make offerings and prayers, visualized pretty much as in Devils Tower (Bear Lodge) by the tying of cloths or placement of various artifacts and left there. We took the latter route and went to Medicine Wheel.
From there we drove back to the campground and spent the next two days relaxing in town before leaving and going on to the 7th Ranch in Garryowen, Montana to meet our friends Brett and Susan Wickett (who were camping at the same campground in the site next to ours) and to go visit the Battlefield of the Little Big Horn (or Greasy Grass, as the Indians called it) and Custer's Last Stand. Interestingly, the 7th Ranch RV Park is actually within the Crow Indian Reservation, See you there, in the next post. Happy Trails.