Camping in Bighorn National Forest

Sibley Lake campground.
Our site in Sibley Lake. 

We stayed at Sibley Lake campground two days before it closed for the winter. 

Small camp with some electric sites. We chose one without electricity - not much electric stuff running in our camper in these cold days. 

We came through highway 14 via Dayton.

Overlook in the Bighorn National Forest.
One of the overlooks coming from the east. 

Entrance to Bighorn National Forest.
Stop at the entrance. 

What a scenic road full of steep slopes and switchbacks.  

Bighorn mountains.
View towards the east. 

High rocks in the Bighorn Mountains.
Big rocks formations. 

The lake by the campground is beautiful. We saw some people fishing there.

Sibley Lake.
Sibley Lake. 

We walked a short section of the Sibley Lake Ski Trails from the trailhead at the shores of the lake.

Sibley Lake Ski trail.
The wide ski trail. 

The creek of Sibley Lake.
C on the bridge of the creek. 

Sunset in Sibley Lake.
Sunset in the trail. 

What about some hot chocolate for the cold night of this high place?

Preparing a hot chocolate.
Ready for a hot chocolate. 

Cold morning in the campground.
Pretty cold the following morning. 

(Posted from the phone.)

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