The sun sets behind the Slim Buttes in Northwest South Dakota.
On my way back from vacationing in Montana and Wyoming, I made some time to drive through some of the old stomping grounds. Here are a few offerings from that time. Thanks to my dad for chauffeuring me on Saturday through the Grand River country. Pretty time of year, even though I missed the peak of autumn in the river and creek bottoms by about a week.
Late light on the Slim Buttes.
Fall color in one of the draws of the Slim Buttes:
This is from Corn Crick within a mile of where I grew up near the Moreau River.
A coyote (in the center of the photo... click on the image for a bigger file to view) on our old river breaks land.
A beautiful 6 point mule buck and an admirer from across a deep draw near the Moreau River.
Moreau River scenes.
The area had some recent early fall rains. Even so, I was surprised with the amount of flowers in bloom on the hills this late in the year.
An abandoned shack near the river breaks.
Dad and I went to Shadehill reservoir to see the Hugh Glass monument. His story is an amazing tale of a bear mauling and cross country crawl to a distant fort in the early 1800s. Google it. It's worth the read.