After breakfast, we did head out to see the Buffalo Jump that is about 13 miles east of here. It was still foggy with about 1/4 mile visibility but we were on a lightly traveled road and took it easy. When we got there, it was closed but the owner let us into the museum and gave us a verbal tour. Thousands of Buffalo were driven over a cliff into a sinkhole (the Native American’s way of hunting). The drop is about 50 feet deep and they have the skeletal remains of a buffalo that has been dated to 6,000 years ago. Nobody knows how many carcasses are there, as each hunt caused about 150 to plummet to their death, and the jump was used by any of the plains tribes.


This journal got its start back in 2005 when we started full-timing in a motorhome and traveling around the country, visiting with family and friends and seeing the sights of America. The focus has changed through the years as we became more stationary and no longer travel by motorhome. Since October of 2018, it is the story of the journey of Tom and I and me flying solo again. To view entries before June of 2013, go to http://archive.bridgeccs.com