Today we headed for the ghost town of Elkhorn so that we could snowshoe to the old Elkhorn cemetery, which is on a hilltop about a mile outside of town. The nearest town to Elkhorn is Boulder, Montana, a little town with – I noticed today – some great old signs:
The country outside of Boulder is pure, wonderful, Montana:
Antelope are common, for sure, but this group struck me as particularly handsome:
Elkhorn is at about 6500 feet, so there was plenty of snow for snowshoeing. We parked at the edge of town, and started off through the trees.
Does this look steep? If not, you just need to believe me!
The view of the town from the top is worth it, naturally:
Of course, all cemeteries have an element of sadness, but the Elkhorn cemetery is particularly poignant because of the number of children buried there. After the hard winter of 1888-89, a diphtheria epidemic tore through the town, taking many of the children with it. I suppose it is a sad destination for a day trip, but I like to think that remembering the suffering of these poor families gives these short lives a little more meaning. Here are some of the gravestones we saw today: