Even a small mountain range like the Elkhorns in western Montana is chock full of wonderful backroads that are just begging to be explored. Recently we loaded up the camper and headed out to see what we could find. Can’t get much better than that.
We headed into the mountains from the small town of Radersburg (where Myrna Loy was born, by the way) and followed Forest Service roads up and up until we pretty much couldn’t go any further. We ended up on the Johnny Gulch road, which got narrower and narrower and rougher and rougher, but did eventually spit us out into an open meadow with a lovely spot to camp and an even lovelier view. Our pickup and camper seem to be able to go just about anywhere, but I suspect that one of these times we’re going to get ourselves into a spot that will be tough to get out of. Hasn’t happened yet, though.
And we had Johnny Gulch all to ourselves: other than a healthy looking coyote, we didn’t see another soul the whole weekend.