There was evidence of hard work, everywhere we looked at the old homestead. Here, a barn wall built entirely of stones, remains.
The "house", chicken coop and bunkhouses remain, even if just a shadow of their former selves.
The view of Fort Peck lake from atop a big hill.
A little weed provides a burst of color.
Wary geese explode from the water as we approach.
These fisherman give scope to size of the lake.
Our campsite. Notice the boat? It's the teensy spec to the left of Whitey, in the water.
To the east, the sky is pinkish, giving color to the rocks.
The colors in the sky deepen sun sets. You can see the ripples of a gentle breeze playing along the lake surface.
Just before dark, pink light paints the sky and is reflected on the lake surface
Spectacular sunset!
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