then used the restrooms at the visitor's center, outside of which we saw some cabins that made me feel a little better about the Frontier.
Then it was back into the park. It was shaping itself into a working-around-rain squalls kind of day. We stopped at the trailhead to Barronette Peak, where some guys stopped on the side of the road were scanning the side of the limestone for Bighorn Sheep. We did see them (very far away) on the sheer face of rock.
No way I could capture them but this is the massive wall they were traversing.
Then we were able to stop at Soda Butte picnic area where Sandi sat on a bench to write and I walked up and down Soda Butte Creek with my camera. I had one eye on the scenery, and one on the sky, especially as I got further from the car. I might have needed a third eye for bears.
Sandi called me over to take a picture of this little guy. I suspect they're friendly because people feed them.
And just down the road, Soda Butte.
We wanted to walk all the way around it but some bystanders warned us there was a bison feeding on the other side. I, of course, had to foolishly sneak a picture but, to my credit, snapped it and ran, screaming like a teenage girl. In my defense, they look like a big, slow cow, but stories (and youTube videos) abound of people being flipped in the air, gored, and stomped. The other epithet for tourons is "Organ Donors."
