My plans had been to go to the Red Rock Lakes National Wildlife Refuge. I had been diligently watching the weather forecast. The forecasts weren’t promising. Would I make it to Red Rock? A cold front was coming at the time I wanted to go. Would the road turn to gumbo with rain? Could the place get an early snow and make driving there risky? The Bannack State Park ranger didn’t know about the road and suggested I ask at Lima. I left Bannack driving in snow and hail. Thirty-two degrees was the outside temperature my truck indicated. I believed the snow would stop soon. The weather forecast was for a high of 54 degrees.
By the time I got to Lima at 11:30; 70 miles from Bannack, the temperature had risen and fallen. The truck thermometer still read 32 degrees. So much for the 54 degree forecast high temperature. Red Rock is 500 feet higher than Lima. The snow and hail hadn’t stopped, although it was falling lightly. I wondered about the road. Slippery gumbo? Snow on the road? I called the Red Rock NWR office but got a recording. Duh; it was Sunday. I asked at the gas station about the road. Tthe woman working hadn’t driven the road for a few years. She suggested I call a lodge at Lakeside. A wonderful idea but no one answered the phone. So I asked the friendly gas station lady what was the worse case scenario. No steep hills, no shear drop-offs and the road was well used. We decided that the worse possible event was that I couldn’t make it up a hill and someone would come by and either help me or send help. And that scenario was unlikely. I made the decision to drive to Red Rock. It was time to stop being a wimp. The road started out in pretty good shape and stayed in good shape. Just some really bad washboard now and then.
The snow had stopped and there was just light rain. Up and down the road went and I felt privileged to experience the land. I had made the right choice to drive to Red Rock. The road hadn’t gotten the rain/snow/hail that I had experienced up north. And while driving it was a balmy 37 degrees. I reached the Lower Lake Campground and it started seriously raining with some thunderstorms. After I set up camp I jumped into the trailer with the dogs to spend the day hunkered in reading a book staying warm and dry.
The next day the weather cleared and I continued to adsorb Red Rock. I started feeling the place. I felt I was lucky to feel what Montana was like 200-300 years ago. All was good.
I was seeing blue bird houses a lot on this trip. The house below was near Red Rock Pass almost in the middle of nowhere. Perhaps I’ll build a blue bird house and bring it on my next trip and leave it somewhere.
- When I was driving in on a Sunday to Red Rock about ten RV camping vehicles passed me driving out. I was surprised. I thought no one went to Red Rock. I found out that the prior weekend was the opening day of the fall bird hunting season. The ranger told me that the campground had been wall to wall with RVs and campers squished in like sardines. And then they were gone and I was the only one there for Sunday night.
- I had been told by a number of people that moose walk through the Upper Lake Campground. I moved there for a second night hoping to see moose. I saw nothing. I kept my window shades open till after sunset and had them open before sunrise the next morning. Nada.
- A level spot seems to be a foreign concept at the Red Rock campgrounds. No grading has been done at the campgrounds. Bring leveling blocks.
- When I asked a local person what he recommended, he suggested when I drive out to the east and reach Henry Lake, I drive the road up to a FAA tower. He said the road is well maintained year around. Gorgeous views. I didn’t try to find the tower road since it was overcast the day I drove by.