At Least We Didn't Get Skunked

...or did we? ;)

Not every weekend jaunt that we take is all about photography. Dan's primary goal for yesterday was to sight in a new rifle, so we headed for the Pryors. It was rather dreary, but not actually raining. When Dan finished shooting, we debated over where to go next. (There is still way too much snow in the Pryors to bother hanging out there!) We returned to Bridger and cut over the mountain to Red Lodge. We filled the truck (and our bellies) and turned north. We looked for eagles near Luther and Roscoe, but found none. 

Turning onto Ingersoll Creek Road, we stopped to investigate a small cemetery that we have passed many times. We discovered burial dates ranging from 1905 to 2017, and the deceased were as young as a day or two up to nearly ninety years. Graves were marked with simple metal plaques, elaborately carved monuments, and everything in between. My favorite engraving said, "The John Wayne of all Dads."

Back in the truck, we continued across Ingersoll Creek Road until it ended on West Rosebud. We stopped near Nye at a fishing access to look for otters... without success, of course. We looped back around toward Beehive, stopping at a few other fishing accesses along the way. Still no otters, but we were seeing a lot of deer and turkeys. Just before we reached Beehive, I spotted something moving in the grass. "What's black and white and..."? Yep, skunk! The grass was nearly as tall as the skunk, which made it hard to get a clear shot, but I did get a few. 

At the last fishing access of the day, we spied a bluebird! Yay! Maybe we are going to get spring after all! A pair of eagles just down the road made for a good last pic of the day. 

PS. Just for the record, we didn't get skunked in the literal sense, either! 

Bonus Pics

I think the tree has grown some
since it was planted beside this headstone.