(Yes, I’m going to annoy you with vacation pictures for the foreseeable future. DEAL WITH IT.)
A few days after arriving in Wyoming the two of us went to Billings, Montana along with my parental units and two nephews. After some shopping we decided to head east out of Billings on I-94 to check out Pompeys Pillar. Which apparently does not have an apostrophe in the name, oddly enough.
I’m going to assume y’all know about Lewis and Clark. For those that aren’t stateside or need a refresher, Meriwether Lewis and William Clark were the leaders of the Corps of Discovery. The Corps was commissioned by President Jefferson to explore the Western part of the United States. The Corps began their journey in St. Louis in 1804 and traveled to the Pacific coast, then returned back to St. Louis in 1806.
There is no physical evidence remaining of their journey, except for (drumroll please….) Pompeys Pillar. The pillar itself is a 150 foot tall sandstone butte that’s been used as a landmark for centuries. On his return journey back to St. Louis, Captain Clark released his inner 14 year old and carved his name into the rock.
The photo doesn’t make it look like much, but again – it’s 150 FEET TALL. Clark’s signature is a little over halfway up. THE STAIRS, people. Holy crap.
After viewing the signature (on a 100+ degree day, mind you) my husband said he was going all the way to the top of the butte. Because I’m an idiot, I agreed to go with him.
THE STAIRS. Jesus Christ in a taxicab, they were never-ending.
But the view from 150 feet was pretty good. That’s the Yellowstone River down below.
On the way back to the truck we popped into the surprisingly pretty Interpretive Center.
And there’s the man himself. Or a likeness thereof. You know what I mean.
His cravat was very nice.
Although my legs were sore for the next 3 days, it was worth the trip.
I shall return in a few days for Photo Friday!