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Passing By

Leaving the dreary, rainy west coast behind took a few hours longer than expected, as the wet weather stretched eastward for more than 100 miles.

But on the highway between Hope and Princeton (in BC),  the clouds lifted and the day became quite pleasant. Ruby and Emma were happy to get out of their traveling crates to have a quick swim and a dash along the banks of the Similkameen River.

At Osoyoos we crossed the Canada/US border and headed for Omak and then eastern Washington. The sun played games on the fields, turning them golden when it peeked out over cloud banks.

The pullout after reaching the summit at Mullan Pass in Montana allowed time for a five-minute break and the snapping of a photo.

Winding our way along the Clark Fork and the Missouri Rivers, we ooh-ed and ah-ed at the scenery. Rocky formations on one side, and gorgeous river on the other.

As we got closer to our destination in eastern Montana and the hills were not so pronounced, we saw more coyotes, hawks, and several groups of pronghorn antelope. This bunch allowed me a quick drive-by shooting if I promised not to hurt them as we whizzed past.

Having arrived, I will post eastern Montana photos for the next while. Had to laugh as I wrote that “I have arrived.”


Running Away

I want to tell the animals out here, “Please, don’t run away. I only want to get your picture,” but they don’t trust me. I guess they’ve learned that the hard way at times. Perhaps being so elusive makes them a treasure to see at all.

I love seeing pronghorn antelopes but when I do, they’re always far away and they don’t stick around very long to pose for pictures. Hence these hurried snaps of faraway pronghorn who left immediately after saying, “Cheese,” for the camera.

See Mrs. Pronghorn below.


Mr. Pronghorn looks at me suspiciously and leaves.


This pheasant had been hiding in the grass about five feet in front of me as I stood by the truck wondering what to take a picture of. I guess I made him a little too nervous when I didn’t leave soon enough. He jumped up and slapped his wings. I was so startled I thought I’d have a heart attack.


The only animals who didn’t run away from me were these American paint horses.


I think they’re waiting to see what tomorrow brings.