Butch Hill is the name of the short brown summit to the right of this frame; one of the summits to the far left in the distance is Bloody Dick Peak, so named for an Englishman that said “bloody” a lot, while living in the area during the 1860’s (I just learned this tidbit while researching place names for this post).
I know that distances out West can be hard to judge, but the far mountains shown here are about 22 miles away, according to Google Maps. And the tiny dots in the mid-distance aren’t cattle, but are actually immense hay stacks that are about the size of a large house, created by something called a “Beaver Slide Hay Stacker”. These hay stackers (you can see photos of them here) are claimed to be unique to this region (read more about them here). An exhibit that included one of them was located directly behind me at a roadside stop, which prompted us to visit and catch a breath of fresh air.
To give you a sense of how empty this scene was… we did not observe a single vehicle or human being for as far as the eye could see, nor were there any jets flying over, or other signs of civilization apart from the road that led us here. No sounds, except for a few tiny birds and the wind. And the temperature was brisk; the wind tossed our hair and tugged at our jackets — forcing us to beat a hasty retreat to the warmth of the rental car.
The perfect place for us.