There is A very small rise in the ground in eastern Montana where I shot for quite a few years. Near the ghost town of Ollie. Maybe sticks up 3 1/2 feet, maybe 20 feet long.
A couple made it that far one fall in 1897 with three children in tow.
Too late in the fall to build a cabin or structure so the guy scraped up ground to make that little bitty ridge and then he tipped their wagon over along one side of it and that family lasted out the Montana winter living under that wagon.
Very tough people indeed.
For the time I spent on and around dirt scrabble condition reservation life, I’ve stopped many times by what’s left of that little rise and thought in wonderment at that family’s sand.
I haven’t a picture, it wouldn’t show much.
Osky
Last edited by Osky; 06/30/22.
