First impressions can be fickle. Like a novel which begins with an enchanting opening line, only to deliver an uninspiring, boring tale. Or the log-cabin cafe in the mountains that at first glance appears appealing, and then dishes a dreadful, tasteless meal.
First impressions, however, can also be the other way ‘round...
“We drove all the way here for this?” My frustration is evident as we pull into our reserved campsite at Medicine Lodge Campground. An outhouse sits directly across the lane from our site. Beyond that three house-sized travel trailers host a large family gathering. Kids splash in Medicine Lodge Creek and race their bikes on the dirt road, creating dust and noise. Adults hoot and holler as they listen to Grandpa’s stories.
The campground is located miles from anywhere in a high desert prairie. Medicine Lodge Creek, which flows through the campground, has its origins in the Big Horn Mountains to the northeast and its cold waters support a healthy population of trout. A designated wildlife habitat area, dinosaur tracks, archeological dig sites, and a wilderness study area surround our oasis in the desert.
The boisterous city park atmosphere however, is antithetical to the wilderness setting I had expected.
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| This creekside boardwalk trail is well away from the group campsite. |
After setting up camp it’s time to stop complaining and begin exploring our “home” for the next couple of days. We walk the creekside trail, immersing ourselves in the riparian habitat. Then we visit the campground’s main attraction—a 750 foot-long rock wall filled with pictographs and petroglyphs. The 2000 year-old rock art includes etchings and paintings of shield-bearing warriors, grizzly bears, bison and elk, and also abstract symbols.
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| The imposing rock wall doubles as an artist's canvas. |
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| Shield-bearing warriors etched into the wall. |
The more we explore, the less annoyed I am by our noisy neighbors. Tim fishes Medicine Lodge Creek in a remote desert basin north of the campground and proclaims it the best fishing of the summer. And just like that, the frolicking kids downstream are forgotten.
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| Tim caught brown and cutthroat trout in Medicine Lodge Creek. |
Our neighbors pull out on day two, hauling their homes behind them. All is quiet. The following morning I listen to a variety of bird song in the cottonwoods, accompanied by the melodic, bubbling stream.
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| Evening campfire in our cozy campsite. |
First impressions can be wrong indeed! Our conversation around the campfire on our final night is filled with reflection and contrition.
Medicine Lodge Archeological Site is one of Wyoming’s special places. Unlike a boring novel or a dreadful cafe, my experience here has left me eager for the next chapter and hungry for more. I will return.
