We spend one night at Homestake, A BLM boondock near Whitehall, MT. I can SEE cell towers but cannot get decent reception. I drive on to Butte just a few miles up the road. It’s dog park time!
I ask around, no one seems to be able to tell me how to get to the dog park. I stop at the information center and the lady behind the counter isn’t sure either as I asked for the park near the Old Sherman School and this throws her off. She doesn’t know. The other gal behind the counter finishes her transaction with another customer, and she comes over and mentions the Skyline Park. With that I get a street address and we are off.
JACKPOT! This wonderful place has THREE dog areas. Four if you count the off-leash area, but we aren’t interested in that. One area for the big dogs, one area for the small dogs, and a combined area.
This combined area for both large and small dogs is huge.
Our first night at Walmart in Butte is uneventful, although there does seem to be an inordinate amount of street people around; no one bothers us. We have internet and we have a fabulous dog park. We can hang in there, and do Wally for a couple days!
The Skyline Park not only has three fenced areas for dogs, it has a fishing pond and a small play area for kids, paved and unpaved walking/biking paths, and pretty views all around.
Butte was founded on mining, a dangerous occupation that took many lives in one way or another. From the park you can see the old Poor House, still pretty much as it was back in the day. Today it is a technology school.
On our final day here I ask the boys if they want to go to the dog park again. They know these words, and start wrestling and play fighting, so happy they can hardly stand it. I put the breakfast things away, hop in the driver’s seat and start up ol’ Green. Fries jumps up on the camera back pack that’s sitting next to the driver’s seat. It’s on top of the little plastic drawer unit I have between the driver’s seat and the larger drawer unit that replaced the passenger seat. The camera backpack makes Fries’ little head just about even with mine. I ask him if he is excited to be going to the dog park again this morning and the little stinker pushes his little wet nose against my cheek; a little peck on the cheek. Oh how I wish I could get photos of some of the things this little dog does. He just melts my heart!
Arriving at Skyline Park the boys, anxious to get inside “their” park, they pull and tug and tussle torn between starting play and pulling me along faster to get inside.
We know our way, mom, don’t worry about us!