I have always been a big fan of the History of the American West. From an early age, the sheer courage and tenacity the pioneers needed to travel across such wild places. So with Sheena, and a small group of people we decided to ride the final 20 miles of Custer`s Route the site of the “Battle of the Little Bighorn.”
For me, this was certainly one of the highlights of my trip. It started some miles from the Battlefield, the heat was in the 90`s, and ……I got to meet Ken!
Ken Real Bird is his proper name. Pictured here with his very shy Grandson.
We met up with our horses at the start of the ride, (obvious) and after some preliminary saddle checks?
Then the “where are we look”, we set off.
I rather liked the paint horse i was on, until a bit later on, I realised it was “mechanically Lame”. Front left, stepping too short. It was like riding a Pantomime horse.
Sheena kept taking the pictures and I was more than happy, since my own camera had broke!
They call Montana, Big Sky Country, I think that`s an understatement!
This is the place where Custer and his men crossed over the Divide, heading for Medicine Tail Coulee. Near the Crow`s Nest.
Sheena at Reno Creek!
Thirsty work this trail riding!!
Riding up Medicine Tail Coulee. The whole gang!
I even got to wear my Sherriff's badge! (schoolboy!)
The Little Bighorn river. The track to the right takes us down to where Custer was caught trying to cross.
Crossing was real fun, and a great moment for me. This is what it was all for, the final mile had to be done on foot or vehicle.
A quiet moment was had here. It does`nt matter who lost or won, in death, there are no winners.
the culmination of our two day ride, I can only speak for myself, it was will worth the wait.