Category: Nature

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A Pilgrimage of sorts

Montana’s version of coal mining occurred in the late 1800s in the Ruby Valley. Placer mining, basically dredging up the earth to find gold, made a few people very rich and left a swath of what was once a beautiful valley a patchwork of rock hillocks.

At one end of the Ruby Valley and north of the notorious Nevada and Virginia cities, is the town of Twin Bridges. Sitting along the Jefferson River this small town is home to a premier rod building company. Winston Rod Company makes some of the finest fly fishing sticks in the world and they do it all from a factory in this small Montana town.

Been there and got the hat.

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One of Three Forks

In the mid-seventies I spent a few years in Bozeman, MT attending college and attempting to be a filmmaker. Eventually, I turned to television, moved north and really never went back. Until this summer.

Some of my more memorable fishing experiences involved the Gallatin River, but that was nearly 50 years ago. When you put it like that, I feel quite old. 

A lot has changed in the Gallatin Valley, but the river is a constant. Headwaters in Yellowstone Park, the Gallatin flows north first meandering through alpine meadows and then rushing through a rocky canyon. It spills out onto the farmlands west of Bozeman, eventually joining the Jefferson and Madison to become the Missouri river. 

This road trip was a shakedown of camper van and kit. We didn’t even have fly rods.  Two days were spent camped mere feet from the river’s edge. A vantage point that offered many restful hours watching the stream flow by.

 

 

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River Dog games

There’s a spot on the Upper Deschutes river that has become a favorite of Tip’s for swimming / fetching.  On exiting the car he will locate  a stick and lead the way down the trail.  Then it’s game on!

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South Ice Cave

It was chance that led us to South Ice Cave.

We were exploring unmarked forest service roads in the Cabin Lake area, when we came upon a controlled burn. Instead of driving through, we took a turn leading away from the fire and choking smoke.

That was when we saw the Ice Cave sign. Jack and I agree on a great number of things:

    • IPAs are highly overrated
    • Border collies are the smartest dogs in the world
    • and you never go into a cave.

Before I go any further … I want to make it really clear … neither Jack nor I are interested in going into the cave.

We pull into a small dirt parking area dotted with picnic tables. A path leads to a fenced area which surrounds a pit. This must be the place.

We peer down and see several dark, yawning openings in the side of the rock face. Sure enough its a cave.

During the course of our first and dare I say last cave adventure, we notice a  scurry of chipmunks leaping and perching just inside the entrance. Yellow-rumped Warblers buzz from trees to cave. Cool! I imagine the bat colony that makes this cave home is located somewhere further inside.

Glad we checked it out. Time for lunch and on to another adventure.