Leaving the beauty that is Yellowstone National Park, I search for and find a place to have an early dinner. The boys get their evening meal, too, and a short walkabout. While eating I research places to stay along Hwy 89 N and find Carbella, a Bureau of Land Management camp. It’s not far and I am grateful to find not only a nice place to park but it’s shaded, too, and the campsites are close to the Yellowstone River.
Room for any size rig, the road down to the camping area is dirt, but not a bad road at all. There are about eight sites with tables and fire rings, and a vault toilet and boat ramp. There are spots to park for the night without the fire rings and tables.
We have a nice view of the Absaroka Mountain Range when we take our walks.
One afternoon we hear sirens and soon a helicopter flies overhead landing out near the highway somewhere. Someone being airlifted out I suppose. Reminds me of back home.
Charlie B relaxes in camp.
After enjoying a few nights here we pull out early in the morning and head toward Livingston. Montana is big and bold with formidable mountains and vast valleys. I enjoy the scenery
while The Chiweenie Brothers keep an eye out for any errant lizards they spot along the way. Of course that doesn’t happen so they nap.
As we gain Livingston I spy the Scrub Tub as we navigate the main thoroughfare. I take that as the sign it’s time to get laundry done. Three loads washed and dried, and we go in search of the dog park. The Chiweenie Brothers desperately need some off leash run time.
I find the dog park. Although the Yellowstone borders the dog park on two sides it’s not fenced. This won’t do because being half badger hound the first moving critter they see and they will be off on the hunt.
I ask a patron if there is a fenced park anywhere and she says yes, there is, and gives me some pretty vague directions. Off we go …
I find it only to be shut down again. Yes, it’s fenced. With hog wire that any self-respecting chiweenie could get through. Even if that were not the case, the fenced area has no gates. I start the green beast and begin getting her turned around all the while the boys are giving me the “what the hell?” look. I feel so bad.
We continue on to Bozeman where, yet again, there is a problem regarding the dog park. I can’t find it. There is construction in the area, and I only have a street not a specific address. I have no luck finding the dog park. We spend the night at Wally.
On an ice run the next morning I spot a small sign that says “Rose Park” and I pull a U-turn (safely and legally!!!) and head in the direction of this park. It’s a disc golf area with walking trails, and although it’s not fenced either they need some exercise. I leash the Chiweenie Brothers and we take off.
We stay at the Bozeman Wally for three nights, spending our days at Rose Park. It rains off and on, and I am exhausted not really wanting to find another camp just yet. This Walmart is very quiet. They do not allow big rig parking so we get some good rest, and this Rose Park is a good place to walk The Chiweenie Brothers.
Thanks for stopping by 2DogsTravel. Hugs, Shawna
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