Summer Trips

Becky and I went on three trips with junior high students in the Mid 70s. Maynard Bittle, John and Betty Becker, Ron and Marsha Marshall organized them. They asked us to come along as chaperones. They were great adventures with kids. Maynard tried to incorporate as much science education as possible into the trips. Becky and I had not traveled much and were just as excited about it as the kids. Each one of the kids had to pay three or four hundred dollars to go.

We camped all the time and cooked all of our meals. Each person had the responsibility for their own gear and duties at each meal. It was well organized and generally came off remarkably smooth. The trips usually lasted from fourteen to sixteen days.

The first year we went it was a northern trip. We traveled to Pipestone Minnesota the first day and toured the quarry where the Indians found the stone to make pipes. From there we traveled into South Dakota and camped our first night. The next days we traveled through the Badlands, Black Hills and stayed near Rapid City.

From the Black Hills we traveled west and briefly visited Devil’s Tower and then after stopping for groceries headed north towards Montana and the Little Big Horn. After the groceries stop the van I was driving lost the other two. I knew where we were headed but was unsure whether I was ahead of them or behind. I drove pretty fast thinking I could catch up. Near the tiny town of Lodge Grass on the Crow Reservation in Montana I had a blow out. Fortunately, I was able to pull off the road safely.

As we changed the tire the other two vans pulled up. After sandwiches we stayed together the rest of the way to Little Big Horn where we toured the monument. It is an impressive place well worth the visit.

We spent the night in that area and then traveled all the way to Bozeman the next day. We bought more groceries and then headed north of Bozeman to a remote campsite about forty miles. In the next few days we climbed Mt. Sacagawea, visited a ranch, and went trout fishing. The last evening there while carving with my knife, I cut my finger and we had to make a trip to the emergency room in Bozeman to get nine stitches.

From Bozeman we traveled southwest through the haunting Madison Canyon. There, in 1959, campers were buried under a huge landslide. Twenty-six people were killed but few bodies were found because they were buried under the slide.

We entered Yellowstone from the Western side and stayed just out of the park in the town of West Yellowstone. We toured the park for two days, seeing the falls, many geysers, and Old Faithful.

From Yellowstone we went to Gray Bull, Wyoming. We camped in that area for a few days and attended a rodeo and visited a museum. Maynard arranged a guided trip for us out to a remote area where we hunted for fossils.
After one more stop in the middle of Nebraska we arrived back home. It was a fantastic adventure!