I had decided that I wanted to go see the Medicine Wheel in the Bighorn Mountains. Mike and I spent a lot of time riding in the Bighorns, and I don't know why we never went up to the Medicine wheel.
I was telling Sally that I wanted to do it, and she said she'd go with me. We left for Sheridan Monday after I got off work, had a great day on Tuesday, and came back on Wednesday.
We had dinner at the brewery that I found when I was in Sheridan in April. We walked around the downtown a bit, and then watched a silly movie at the hotel.
We headed out on Tuesday morning, through Ranchester and then veered off at Burgess Junction toward Lovell. It's a stunningly beautiful drive in the Bighorns, and everything is still so green. There was a good bit of smoke from the fires in Montana, so it was a bit hazy.
The Medicine Wheel is a National Historic Landmark, and is estimated to be between a few hundred years to more than 3,000 years. From the parking area, it was a 1.5 mile walk. The elevation is 9,640 feet, so I bought us canned oxygen in case we got out of breath. I was glad I had it. The weather was perfect, sunny and mid 60's, so a very pleasant hike.
It was a very moving experience, very peaceful. They have ceremonies 5 to 6 times per week, and it looked like mainly memorials. There were many prayer flags and trinkets left. Sally and I left a few coins on one of the posts.
The quote says "Eventually one gets to the Medicine Wheel to fulfill one's life" |
There was even some snow still!
After our hike, we drove to Greybull, and then came back by Shell Falls on the way to Burgess Junction and then back to Sheridan. I sprinkled some of Mike's ashes at the falls. We would stop there often to look at the falls on our rides.
We stopped at another brewery in Sheridan, and had supper at a great Mexican Restaurant, and then headed home Wednesday morning.
It was a great trip, and I'm so thankful that Sally was there with me.