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    Big Timber / Greycliff KOA

    3.5 (15 reviews)

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    New owners, The entire park and store have been renovated. Friendly staff. Beautiful campground.

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    Lots of big trees with large camp spots and nice pull throughs for RVs.

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    Old West Rv Park - Train tracks at the end of town.

    Old West Rv Park

    4.7(18 reviews)
    21.6 mi

    We had a wonderful overnight stay at Old West RV Park. Easy access to, in and out of the park,…read morelevel, and clean and the owners, Jeremy and Ivy are lovely, and dog friendly people which we and our Corgi really appreciate. The grass at the camp sites are well maintained, making it an even better experience all around for ours and his enjoyment. Will definitely stay here again when traveling I-90. Thanks for the great dinner recommendation, too!

    Chirps Across the Continental Divide: A Love Letter to Reed Point's Little Sentinels…read moreby Antonio J. Hopson I can't explain my love for prairie dogs, but I'll try--because obsession needs witnesses. They're cute, sure, but that's just the welcome mat. What hooks me is that each one is a character: expressive, social, democratic even. In their sprawling underground neighborhoods--called towns--they share the burden of survival like a chorus line of lookouts. One squeaks a warning for a hawk; another chirps a different tune for a coyote. There's even evidence they can recognize the same human wearing different colored shirts. In the grand theater of the animal kingdom, prairie dogs don't just bark--they speak. And of all the wild creatures we've studied, only humans have a more nuanced language. For now. That's what draws me--not just their behavior, but their performance of it. So we packed a cooler, my old notebook signed by Jane Goodall (humble brag), and my partner Jenny, and drove 760 miles to Reed Point, Montana. Destination: Greycliff Prairie Dog Town State Park, a sun-drenched patch of holy ground for lovers of language, wildlife, and miracles that live in the dirt. We parked with lawn chairs and beers--the kind of setup meant more for communion than conquest. If you're lucky enough to date someone who finds rodents romantic, skip the tourist traps. Go see the real show: prairie dogs at dusk. But first: Reed Point. The town feels like time paused for a smoke and never came back. We stayed at the Old West RV Park, run by Jeremy and Ivy--two of the kindest, no-nonsense folks you'll ever meet. The place is spotless. The restrooms gleam. The grass is manicured like a country club for travelers. There's even a rusted safe, a stagecoach wheel, and a tractor that--to this city slicker--looked like a fossil from another dimension. Now, let's talk about the "Redneck" thing. I'm a Black man. Jenny's white. And yes, I know what you might be thinking: Montana? Isn't that the kind of place where people don't "see" you until they do? But not once did we feel unwelcome. Not from Jeremy. Not from Ivy. Not even from the guy with the Jeep whose license plate simply read "REDNECK." We laughed--not at it, but with it. In Reed Point, "redneck" wasn't code for hate; it was shorthand for hard work--for boots worn down by fences, and fences built up by hands. Jeremy, curious and open, asked why we drove halfway across the West to watch what many call pests. I explained--romantically, yes, but also scientifically. Prairie dogs are keystone species. Their burrows aerate soil, feed ecosystems, create homes for owls, ferrets, foxes. Sure, they're a headache for ranchers--but they're a heartbeat for the plains. Jeremy nodded, asked sharp questions. That's the thing about Montanans: they'll move toward you or away--but always honestly. He even helped us search beyond the park, pointing out access roads and public lands. We took a wrong turn--of course--and ended up right back at Greycliff. Perfect. Prairie dogs, like us, are diurnal. They nap during the day's peak heat and come alive in the golden hour--just like we did. Most folks blast past the I-90 sign, never knowing they're missing the closest thing America has to a rodent opera. Jenny and I weren't tourists. We were observers. Scientists. Lovers. We set up shop, field notebook in hand, and began cataloging: behavior, vocalizations, social dynamics. Around the park's loop, we noted distinct neighborhoods--each with its own tone and tempo. We named them: Tacoma, Medina, Bellevue, and Rainier Beach. Some had kids. Some had retirees. One was ruled by a prairie dog we dubbed "Karen"--who would not shut up about our presence. I swear she was filing a report. Jenny had seen them once as a kid, from a car window. That glimpse had imprinted on her. For me, it was more than awe. It was homecoming. Instead of teaching science, I was doing science. The behavior was textbook and thrilling. Sentry postures. Splooting. Foraging. Alarm jumps that looked like panic--or joy. The line blurs in prairie dog. Jenny cooed at every move. I tried to play the scientist. Tried. But I smiled more than I wrote. And truth be told, while these creatures are wild, they're acclimated to humans standing around watching. We stay in our lane, they stay in theirs. But you can't help but feel like you're the one in the zoo--not them. Back at the RV park, it was a fifteen-minute drive to The Water Hole Saloon

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    Old West Rv Park - Skookum House Trading Post...year unknown.

    Skookum House Trading Post...year unknown.

    Old West Rv Park - Housing in the town of Reed Point. The brick building was a bank established in 1907.

    Housing in the town of Reed Point. The brick building was a bank established in 1907.

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