Yesterday we left our camp in the tiny little town of Clancy. Headed towards Bozeman with the idea that we would stop in Butte again. We just had to look down into the great pit. That part was kind of anti climatic. They had it fenced off so you couldn’t get close enough to the edge to really see the bottom. We went to the memorial for the miners that lost their lives in the huge mining disaster that took place there in the early 1900’s. I don’t remember the details but I think 162 lost their lives. Butte was a huge force in the early union movement in this country until the need for ore became paramount in world war one. Then later corporate powers took over. The history of this place would be good read. Many ghosts of the past linger here, so we are told.