Eh howzit! U like go Montana again? Kʻden. We go!
We’re still driving mauka/South on Highway 89, and just about to come into the tiny town of Clyde Park. Population 288.
When I tell you folks that directions here are mauka mauka mauka mauka, I mean it. First were the Bridger Mountains, then the Crazy Mountains, and now we’re heading toward the Absaroka Mountain Range.
Just outside Clyde Park, we saw this very patriotic buck. Cute, yeah? I think it was Rudolph. Try look da red nose.
Next we came to these old railroad tracks. I stopped so that Nolemana could take a couple of photos. Not only do I like trains…I also love views of railroad tracks heading off into the distance. And see the hay bales over on the right?
It was pretty obvious that trains don’t run this way anymore, but I loved the thought that once they did. Now they stop at the pavement, and grass is overgrowing the once-busy rails.
Next we came to a new river. Well, I mean, it’s not new. Just new to us. The Shields River.
Sometimes I feel like a broken record. Oh. Record? What’s that? You know. Vinyl records. 33 1/3 rpm. Where you put the needle down on the vinyl and sometimes the record is cracked and the needle gets stuck and plays the same thing ova and ova. Lidat.
Why do I feel lidat? Well, because I keep talking about how beautiful Montana is. How beautiful the mountains are. The blue sky, the vastness of the open spaces. Stuff lidat. But that’s how it is there. No can help.
See what I mean?
I always try to get photos of pīpī for AFK, and for Izzie I take horse photos. I especially liked this shot because the horse was next to a cool old barn.
Here we are, about to drive into Clyde Park.
Oh, the things we learn on road trips!! Lidis:
Founded in the 1870s, the present-day site of Clyde Park was originally founded as Sunnyside by Texas cattlemen who were attracted to the area for grazing their herds. The post office in Sunnyside was established in 1887. In 1887, a post office called Clyde Park was established at the historic Harvey and Tregloan Ranch, where John Harvey owned a Clydesdale horse which he had imported from England in the late 1890s. A stagecoach from Livingston, Montana, reached the town in the 1880s.
In 1901, the Clyde Park post office was merged with Sunnyside, and the town was renamed Clyde Park. However, the reason is unclear. Another source suggests that the town was called Clyde Park in honor of Clyde Durand, a local rancher; or for Harvey’s Clydesdale horse.
I love that the town might have been named for a horse! LOL.
Nice little town we’re coming to, wasn’t it? We’re outside it already! Livingston will be the next town we come to.
The Absaroka Range is in front of us, and as always, the big and beautiful Montana skies.
This barn had an attached lean-to. I’m always interested in knowing where the rest of the ranches are, and why the barns are out here in the middle of no where. Maybe to give shelter to animals during the winter. Yeah, probably. What a gorgeous setting for one, whatever the reason.
Here’s the old railroad trestle that’s connected to those unused railroad tracks I showed you folks. I love seeing any kine railroad trestles. Come to think of it, there’s a lot of things I love seeing!
We spied this old log cabin further on.
Next time, I’m gonna show you photos of something fantastic that we saw. So fantastic (at least to me!) that I want it to have its own post.
Till then… a hui hou.
I love the mountains,especially when they are capped with snow. Oh, and that barn with the horse next to it… I can’t tell you how much I appreciate scenes like that. The years worn on the building gives it a sort of curious appearance, because I just know that it has seen and heard a history’s worth of stories there. Again it has me wondering all that has gone on over the years.
I enjoy rivers, lake and ponds. It’s my love for water that attracts me to it. Following a stream while traveling is always a treat, right?
Another great entry, Mochi. Thank you for taking me along!
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