Our trip south back to Scottsbluff, Nebraska was uneventful. Saw some great countryside once again and watched a few storm clouds try to develop but fail, and that was about it. However, we made it to Scottsbluff about an hour and a half before dusk, giving us just enough time to hike around Scotts Bluff National Monument. (I just learned this two days ago: Did you know Theodore Roosevelt was the first President given the right to declare land National Monuments? It was part of the Antiquities Act which was written to protect land of significant cultural or scientific value….primarily ancient Native American ruins. The law allowed a President to declare a National Monument with the stroke of a pen, without any oversight. Roosevelt loved nature and history and quickly took advantage of the new law declaring National Monuments throughout the country, primarily in the west. The largest…The Grand Canyon.)
Anywho, Scotts Bluff National Monument is a small ‘park’ situated just outside of Scottsbluff, Nebraska. The park contains many bluffs with sheer cliffs made out of sandstone. A road has been constructed so you can easily drive up to the top to see the view, but sadly it closed at 4:30 pm and it was already close to 6. However a nice 1.5 mile paved trail was also constructed, including a tunnel through the cliff face, which we took advantage of. The park was only open until dusk, and there was a gate that we were afraid they would lock, so we were only able to hike one mile up the trail, but it was definitely worth it, primarily because of what we found along the trail.
Only a couple hundred feet up the trail Shaina was taking pictures of the cliffs and grasslands surrounding the area when she looked up ahead and asked me what was in the trail. I said a stick…trying to be positive…but of course it wasn’t. Instead, as Shaina guessed, it was a Prairie Rattlesnake stretched out across the trail. Shaina sprinted towards the snake, running as fast as she could, to take pictures from less than 10 feet away. The snake of course got pissed off and started to rattle its tail but slowly slithered away into the grass.
I don’t like snakes, never really have. I don’t have a need to kill them, I just don’t want to be around them, especially poisonous ones. I remember when I was a kid I used to allow Garter Snakes to crawl around in my clothes, but that was when I was young and naïve. Now things have changed. And now that there were obvious rattle snakes on the trail I had to keep my eyes open. And believe me, I needed to!
We climbed up about a mile up the trail to the tunnel and looked out the other side. We took a few pictures and noticed how many people had rubbed their fingers into the sandstone cliffs actually creating deep finger marks. It is amazing how these cliffs haven’t disintegrated through the years. If all you have to do is rub the cliff for a minute or two and you create a one inch gash, why can’t rain wash them away? Amazing.
And then it was time to walk back, primarily because it was getting dark and we didn’t want to walk the 3 hour drive back to the hotel if our car got locked in the parking lot. About 1/4th of the way down again I heard that familiar question: “Ryan, whats that?” Oh darn…a HUGE Bullsnake. Not poisonous, but more aggressive. Happily it quickly moved off the trail and up the cliff and away.
But sadly that wasn’t all…only about a quarter mile from the end of the trail another rattler, a young one, across the trail once again. Shaina walked right up near it and caused it to freeze in fear. It rattled its rattle and stayed put, not allowing us to get back to the car. We backed up hoping it would move, and after a good 3-5 minutes it did, turning around but perching itself up on some grass so it could see us. As Shaina walked past it only rattled, not too upset, but when I past it stood up tall, rattled, and looked straight at me ready to strike! Lucky for me, I have bullet speed and got buy in no more than a minute…and I was over 5 feet away from it. So I am gladly here to tell the tale.
The Cliffs were great, Shaina loved em, but I could have gladly done with a little less slithering. We are hoping to make a trip back to make it to the top in October, but we will have to see how our plans work out. Only 3.5 more weeks and I will be flying up to South Dakota to meet her for the drive back to Kansas. I am sure we will have plenty of new stories come November.