Saddle Rock - The Wild West

Saddle Rock

On a sweltering summer day in Nebraska, we hiked at Scottsbluff National Monument all the way up to the top of Saddle Rock. Unfortunately, a natural roadblock forced a detour but that didn’t diminish our resolve.

Just like the first pioneers, we approached the remarkable formation by crossing the rolling hills of a flower-filled prairie. Recent rainfall had transformed the vibrant grassland into a kaleidoscope of vivid color.

The spacious summit was a unique habitat featuring steep ledges, ponderosa pine and dangerous rattlesnakes. Views were far-reaching as a wide vista included the Twin Cities and most of the North Platte Valley.

I can only imagine what it must have been like to migrate across this vast landscape so many years ago. Things are different now but when you visit a place such as this, you still get a sense for what it was like when the West was wild.

Scottsbluff National Monument

From the top of Saddle Rock

Rolling hills

A flower-filled prairie

The grassland was a kaleidoscope of color

A spacious summit

Steep ledges and rattlesnakes

A wide vista featuring the twin cities

I can only imagine what it must have been like

A sense for when the West was wild

Comments

  1. BarbRadSeptember 11, 2016 at 2:37 AM

    It's been decades since I've been to Scott's Bluff. It was a beautiful place. I love your photos.

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    1. Dan MillerSeptember 15, 2016 at 1:17 PM

      Thanks! Yes, it's a beautiful place with lots of history that mostly revolves around the Oregon Trail.

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  2. RichardMay 17, 2017 at 5:09 PM

    Admiring the time and effort you put into your blog and detailed information you offer!.
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