It’s been three weeks since our Beartooth Pass trip, and I just realized that I hadn’t posted photos here. Below are a few of my favorites.
I've been a fan of the Beartooth Plateau for over 40 years. I first drove over it as a 17 year old in the summer of 1975, with a drunk friend in my 1968 Chevelle SS 396 big-block Chevy, and got a speeding ticket on the way down into Red Lodge, Montana. A few years later, I got caught in a snow flurry up there in the summer of 1980 on my Honda Gold Wing. I've been back several more times, and it always leaves me in awe. I agree with Charles Kuralt, who in 1994 dubbed this stretch of Highway 212 "America's most scenic drive."
As expected, Alice (and the rest of us!) had a great time up there. She is so athletic and fearless, and those traits really came through while we were up at the pass. She scrambled up the boulders ahead of the rest of us, leaping over little crevasses and walking along sharp edges like it was nothing.