This morning, bright and early, I arrived at the Little Bighorn. As I walk up from the Visitor Center to Last Stand Hill, one of the first things that grabbed my attention were the white marble markers scattered across the landscape. Placed in 1890, they represent where an individual trooper from the 7th U.S. Cavalry fell during the battle. Although they do not entirely represent all of the troopers in George Custer’s battalion, their sight is still haunting. I am planning a more detailed post on them for next month’s anniversary.
I spent part of the morning on Last Stand Hill. I was not alone, even with other visitors. At one point, a mother antelope and her baby ventured out of one of the many nearby ravines and ran up and over Battle Ridge, not 100 yards from where I was standing. In Medicine Tail Coulee I encountered a herd of horses.
For lunch, I enjoyed a peanut butter sandwich on Calhoun Hill. There, Company L, led by George Custer’s brother-in-law, James Calhoun perished.
Unfortunately at the moment, passing showers have hindered my progress. But, I will be here through Thursday. I do plan on spending a couple more days on the field. I am going to take a day, drive up to the Yellowstone and follow the Seventh’s route to the Little Big Horn. Right now it looks like the rain is tapering off, so I can going to get back to it. Until the next…