Medicine Rock Montana was an experience for us all. When we arrived at the entrance we were met by an Indian family who had come to fill their water jugs. They assured us of the safety of the well, accessed by an old fashioned hand pump just like my Grandparents had on their front lawn. Then they led us into the park and showed us their favorite camping spot, warned us to carry a stick and thump the ground to scare off rattlesnakes, and went on their way.
The next morning our menfolk decided to drive off and get our mail. Back by lunch, they were sure. We women and children decided to go in to town [Ekalaka] to the library and check our email. We went to a little cafe for lunch, and the owner/operator was excited to finally meet us. Seems her middle school aged son had seen us around town, and was anticipating us moving in...with not one, but three boys about his age- a commodity that was evidently pretty scarce in the area. We were sorry to disillusion her.
For pictures of Medicine Rock, see here;
http://www.montanapictures.net/medicine_rock.htm
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