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Love Notes to Public Lands Makoshika State Park, Glendive, Montana By: Carrie Keiser We moved to this area 21 years ago in February and I heard there was a state park but of course in the winter it wasn’t very open.  Spring faded to summer and summer into fall and I didn’t take the kids to the local state park, because I thought: “How nice can it really be, this area isn’t very pretty!” It was a good year and a half before I gave in and finally followed the prodding of people to “Go see Makoshika!”   As you enter the park, off to your right:    And to your left: Not all that impressive of a start. The first trail head is the Blue Bird, then the Ponderosa which follows alongside the road and takes you to the Diane Gabriel which will take you to view a triceratops still imbedded in the side of the hill and to experience the natural air conditioning. A surprising variety of animals call the park home, mountain lions, coyotes, deer, squirrels, lizards, scorpions and even bears have been sp

These pictures tell the story of our day or weekend no words needed...  Ryanne and Aaron were hanging out with Grammie and Grumpa for dinner.  Colleen and Cary were hanging out with this cutie and her family. Savanna and her guy were watching some wrestling. Hosanna and family were out enjoying nature. Carrie, Shantel, Mary, EmmaLece and Zoey were wedding dress searching.

  Back from the Woods 25 September 2022 FlynnFamily Story Slingers by Cary Holmquist One of my earliest memories of being out in the woods is more about what happened afterwards. It started with Grandma Holmquist, who liked to go on picnics for Mother’s Day.  When I was six years old, the weather was good enough to venture out to the public grounds below Gibson Dam, along the Sun River, right on the Rocky Mountain Front.  We spent a day there, starting with eating  home-fried chicken and potato salad and probably some odious jello salad concoction—that was in the days when Grandma’s go-to was lime jello with suspended canned peas and cottage cheese and a dollop of mayonnaise on top.  Anyway, there was some fishing going on as well with the menfolk and I am sure we grandchildren were chasing around in the middle of all of it.  I recall there were lots of big fallen logs to climb all over and we collected pine cones like crazy squirrels.  No one managed to fall into the river