On June 18 I left the San Francisco Bay area at around 5:00 am en route to
Lewistown Montana. I had my Jeep loaded including a car top carrier, with all the camping,
digging and fishing gear I could squeeze in and allow a place for me to sleep with the cooler
removed. I pretty much maintained a steady uneventful course until I got to near Jackpot Nevada
where I left the pavement and headed into Hubbard Basin to look for petrified wood.
At Hubbard Basin I found to my dismay that someone, probably the BLM after
complaints from a grazing lessee, had bulldozed in the lovely holes where I had found such
beautiful pieces of agatized wood the previous Summer. Not knowing where to dig, I floundered
around a bit, digging here and there, then deciding to search the area for stray pieces of
petrified wood. I did find some pieces, but none as lovely as those I had previously found
Somewhat disappointed I headed back to the pavement to look for a place to
camp for the night since rain seemed eminent and I did not want to get stranding in the back
country on rain soaked snotty clay roads as I had miles to travel to meet up with my brothers Lee
and Scott. After heading down US Route 93 a few miles, I found a nice camping spot on Salmon
Creek Reservoir. I cooked myself supper with a couple Golden Eagle and Nighthawks soaring and
wheeling through the sky above. I got a good restful night's sleep before heading north to cross
the Snake River Canyon, always a noteworthy event.
The following day I drove to Helena Montana and camped at Hauser Lake.
Next morning I went to Spokane Bar where I purchased a 75 pound bag of Eldorado sapphire
gravel for future screening. I then drove to Lewistown Montana via Great Falls and met my
brothers in Lewistown. Since it had started to rain we needed to find a place to camp for the
night. Scott who lives in Whitefish Montana, was aware of a Giant Warm Springs outside of
Lewistown where the locals went to swim. We went up to the ranch house asked if we could camp
at the springs. The rancher seeing the rain, informed us we could camp there and that there
was a Quonset hut there where we could get out of the rain. He indicated he would catch up
with us later and collect $2.50 per night for us camping there. When we got there we found a
large disk from a plow the rancher had welded legs on for a fire pit and dragged it into the
front of the Quonset hut for a cozy fire prior to retiring for the night.
Warm Springs. My Jeep and Quonset hut.
The next morning we assembled our fishing gear and headed downstream on Warm
Springs Creek for some fishing. I caught a smallmouth bass and a huge carp. I saw some brown trout
but they didn't bite. Back at Warm Springs I put on my swim suit and tested the waters. The Warm
Springs is not very warm, around 70 degrees, and is huge, gushing thousands of gallons of drinkable
water to form a large creek. Several of the local denizens had showed up and were also swimming.
Apparently we were somewhat of a curiosity, foreigners camping at their local swimming hole and
several wandered over to be friendly and chat. One, a local wheat farmer had previously lived in
the Bay area and spend a couple hours with us and the rancher/owner of the springs talking about
ranching, haying, and the sights to be seen around Lewistown. The rancher had a Australian sheep
dog he had sheared of his long hair for the Summer. Unfortunately with his hair shaved off, his
testicles got sunburned. It just goes to show you that when you mess with nature, there are
The next morning we headed for the Missouri Breaks. We were planning to take a
jeep trail that started in a farmer's front yard, so when we crossed the Missouri River by ferry
we called ahead to get permission to go through his yard. In spite of the farmer's reservations,
we were allowed through only to find the trail so muddy to be impassible. We backtracked and found
another road in better shape that we took and got some splendid views and photos of the Missouri
Breaks country. The Missouri Breaks during prohibition were a haven for bootleggers. Pieces of
stills can still be found. Over the years, it has been a refuge for outlaws, hermits and other
social misfits. On one road we espied a couple big mule deer bucks with what appeared to have
Boone and Crockett eligible horns.
Road to Ferry. Ferry. Missouri Breaks Scenery.
The next day we headed for the Judith Mountains to check out some ghost towns
and find some double terminated smokey quartz crystals, locally known as Montana "diamonds" We
found some, but the quality was somewhat lacking, although the shape was interesting.
We then headed to a couple old mining towns at Zortman and Zandusky near the
Fort Belknap Indian Reservation. At Zortman, a couple Indians in a beat up pickup truck showed up
at the local store and the driver informed us how great his old truck was and how it was just like
his wife. Back at Warm Spring we sat around in our chairs and observed the rituals of the local
denizens of the North American steppes as they proceeded to court each other and perform manhood
rituals of throwing each other into the cold water. A couple curious teenage girls in cutoffs
wandered over to show us a leg and claw of a raven and ask us what it was.
The following morning we headed out into the steppes to look for petrified wood
at a secret location we had promised to not reveal. We found plenty of nice agatized wood and
several baculites, some with shell. We also found a coyote den which was quickly deserted by a
bitch and a half-grown pup. The den stunk with bones and bits of fur scattered about.
More Montana wood.
The next day Scott left to return home for work and Lee and I headed to the
Big Hole River to meet up with my club the San Francisco Gem and Mineral Society. We went to
the Lewis and Clark Caverns, screened for garnets near Nevada City, and spent the night at Potosi
Hot Springs. I highly recommend both the Lewis and Clark Caverns, which are more like caving then
any other cave tour I have ever been on, and Potosi Hot Springs, while somewhat primitive and
isolated is of excellent temperature.
Pegosa Hot Springs
The following day we caught up with my club who were dribbling in from the long
trek from the coast. We camped at the Andaconda Sportsman's Club on the Big Hole River where
we each became members for the year for $5.00, allowing us to camp there as long as we wanted.
The camp host even brought over some firewood for free. We quickly put up some tarps for cover
as it was drizzling rain. After a quick supper, we sat around under the tarps and got caught up
on the recent tales and adventures of various club members.
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