of family and history.
Saturday turned out to be a “family” day with some sightseeing planned. Carol and Larry O’Daniel, Joe Cole, Dorana and Doris Prohaska flew into Bozeman for a family reunion. We drove from Sutherlin to Bozeman to join everyone.
Our second dinner at Dave’s BBQ. Delicious ribs!
We begin Saturday for breakfast at Ralph’s house (Volney’s old house). Ralph cooked the O’Daniels, Joe Cole and Prohaska family a delicious breakfast. Volney and Alex joined us after we had eaten. Ralph’s house was up a canyon and the scenery was incredibly beautiful.
About noon, the O’Daniel’s, Joe Cole and us took off to go see Three Forks State Park. When we arrived, some 33 miles later, we discovered we were really looking for The Missouri Headwaters National Historic Park/State Park. But we did go through the town of Three Forks and they are big on the history of Lewis and Clark.
Before we went to the park it was decided we needed to grab some sandwiches to take for a picnic at the park. So down the freeway (I90) we went to find The Wheat Mountain Bakery/Deli. We arrived just in time because as we were ordering somehow the line was out the door.
We found a great spot for a picnic at the headwaters of the Missouri River.
After lunch we walked the short path to where the Jefferson River merges with the Madison River and the Missouri River is created.
Morgan was able to get out and walk with us. She enjoyed her time “loose” and we had to keep an eye on her so she wouldn’t go swimming. A couple of fishermen were out trying their luck.
We drove down the road to the Interpretive Center. The State Park was beautiful and well made. Trails led to a gravesite of pioneer children that had died of the Black Diphtheria plague. A climb to the top gave us a nice view of Lewis Rock and the Galaitin River that merges with the Missouri River. Lewis and Clark topped this mountain in July, 1805 to view the rivers. The rivers changes the surrounding land all the time so it probably looked different to them that what we see today.
A little farther down the road we came to the boat ramp. Lots of fish in this river. Doris, Dale’s mom, was born and raised in Monett, Missouri. Here she gets to stand next to the beginning of the river with the name of her home state.
After enjoying this beautiful place that has been kept so very nice, we set the GPS for Buffalo Jump State Park. We chose the “fastest way” on the GPS and when it said 48 minutes to go 8 miles we were suspicious but we followed it anyway. It was a great shortcut. However, it turned to a gravel road for 6 of those miles. When we came to the turn, on to a paved road, we saw that we could have done this one different. We did see some of the beautiful land, homes, ranches, dairy farms along the way. Another adventure.
This state park was different. No restrooms; a grassy area with one picnic table and an information board listing fees for out-of-state visitors! We walked up the 1/4 mile trail to another interpretive plaza to gaze out at where once the Indians of the land ran buffalo off the cliff to get their winter food.
This was a very interesting site and part of the Indian heritage. Many different tribes would use this site to gather their winter food.
We drove back to Bozeman to deliver Morgan to the trailer before leaving for the retirement center to have one last meal with the family. Goodbyes were said, hugs given and “see you next time.” Although the older generation seems to feel this is their last time together. They think they are “too” old at 86, 89 and 92 to travel!
Life is good. God brought in a huge storm while we were eating. It poured rain and the wind was blowing leaves off the trees in bushels.