On a Saturday morning in late January, my brother, a friend and I headed for Castle Butte north of Pompeys Pillar to look for petroglyphs. Our timing couldn’t have been better. We’d had quite a bit of snow and bone-chilling temperatures earlier in the winter, and it has been cold and snowy almost every day since our outing. But there we were on the high plains of Montana in the dead of winter and it was a gloriously fine day. (more…) Continue Reading →
