The archaeologists were interested in the fact that we had arrived in the ancestral lands of the Plains Indians, and indeed since we had left Glacier National Park, we had been on the Blackfeet Indian Reservation. The billboard that greeted us at the edge of town was an acknowledgement that we were in the home of a different culture.
At Browning, the landscape was irregular, with numerous small hills and isolated ponds. The hummocky topography is the result of the passage of continental glaciers moving south out of Canada. As we drove south, the shape of the land became more "normal" (for us Californians, anyway), with gullies and valleys carved by stream erosion. The Rocky Mountains remained in sight, off to the west.
As we drove back down the canyon, we were reminded why creeks and rivers were flooding all over Montana and the Great Plains. There was still a tremendous, even unprecedented amount of snow left in the high country, and small reservoirs, like Diversion Lake, seen below, were filled to overflowing.
Mountain Beltway. He's normally at Northern Virgina Community College near Washington, D.C., but was on the road getting ready for a field class he was teaching in Montana. It was a nice to finally meet!