We arrived at Writing-on-Stone P.P. to another incredible
landscape. We’re almost at the Montana border. It’s very dry and hot.
My favourite part of this park was walking through the
hoodoos. It’s incredible to think that 85 million years ago it was the bottom
of a sea, and now we can walk around within it. It’s so very cool. It looks
like a little village of sandstone buildings. I thought it looked like where
the Ewoks would have lived, but Dave corrected me – it’s more like tattoo-een, Luke Skywalkers home planet. Guess I got schooled. Anyway, I was
fascinated by the hoodoos and think it’s pretty neat this is right here in our
own backyard.
We also took a tour led by Stella, a Blackfoot Native Indian. We were taken to the writing on stone area where
she told us about the stories and meanings behind the images the Indians
sketched on the sandstone hundreds of years ago.
Our tent is starting to fall apart. Two tent poles have
broken, but McGyver fixed them with electrical tape. Fingers crossed.
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