Along the way there are a number of dude ranches and resorts where accommodations may be had, also gasoline stations and stores. At frequent intervals there are picnic and campgrounds for the use of tourists. These are: _Name_ _Miles from _Miles from Cody_ Yellowstone_ Hanging Rock Campground 26.8 26.2 Horse Creek 28.1 24.9 Campground—Trailers Big Game Campground 29.1 23.9 Wapiti Camp and Picnic Ground 30.1 22.9 Elk Fork Campground 30.1 22.9 Rex Hale Campground 36.7 16.0 Newton Creek 37.5 15.5 Campground—Trailers Eagle Creek Campground 45.5 7.5 Sleeping Giant Campground 48.9 4.1 Three Mile Campground 49.7 3.3 Pahaska Campground—Trailers 51.0 2.0 Individual camping stalls, tables, water, and campfire grates are available at all campgrounds. _Beartooth Plateau—Clarks Fork Country._—The Red Lodge-Cooke City Highway, a hard-surfaced road, passes through the most spectacular area in the forest. Leaving Red Lodge, Mont., it follows a southwesterly course along Rock Creek into the Custer National Forest. Abruptly the highway leaves the creek and turns up the north slope of Beartooth Plateau, and over easy grades zigzags its sinuous way into Wyoming and the Shoshone National Forest and to the very “top of the world.” Once on top a breath-taking panorama unexpectedly unfolds before the astonished traveler. Vision is practically unrestricted in any direction because the road is well above timberline. To the east lies the Big Horn Basin, with the Big Horn Mountains in the background; to the south is the Clarks Fork Valley, Sunlight Basin, and still further south the North Fork and South Fork valleys of the Shoshone. As far as one can see, rugged snowcapped mountains pierce the sky. In the west, Pilot Peak and its Siamese twin, Index Peak, point the way into the heavens. To the north is a continuation of Beartooth Plateau into the Custer Forest which contains grasshopper glaciers and the “land of the red snows.” Everywhere evidences of glaciation and tremendous expanses of barren rock are to be seen. Snowbanks are common. Numerous lakes of various sizes nestle in the pockets of the land. Gradually, as the traveler goes westward, he descends to timberline, where gnarled, stunted trees carry on an age-old struggle for existence against the fierce elements of cold driving snows and terrific winds. Further westward as altitude is lost the timber becomes taller, until as one nears the Clarks Fork River dense, thrifty stands are the rule.