I n 1876, all was not quiet on the Western frontier.
After the Civil War, thousands of American Indians started leaving reservations and forming strategic alliances. It didn't take long to turn bloody. A series of conflicts reached fever pitch and led to the "Indian Wars" and, near my hometown of Billings, Mont., the Battle of the Little Bighorn.
Famously, Lt. Col. George Custer and 262 of his retinue were slaughtered and scalped there when they surprised an encampment of Lakota (Sioux) and Northern Cheyenne. Flamboyant Custer -- renowned for his luck in war -- fatally underestimated his enemy during a hasty attack and disorganized retreat.
The Battle of the Little Bighorn wasn't always called this, of course. For most of my life, the spot just an hour east of Billings was the Custer Battlefield National Monument or "Custer's Last Stand." Even in second grade, I didn't understand why they'd name a battlefield after the side that lost. And lost badly.
But not just the names have changed, which is why my mom and I were revisiting this national landmark, along with my wife and best friend, who had never been there.
Montana's beauty on display
More than 130 years after Custer's defeat, there's more actual "field" than signs of battle left at the battlefield. But it's still beautiful -- beautiful in the way Montana's rolling, bronze prairies stretch to the horizon. The park itself includes roughly 2 miles of walkable trails, including a short, steep climb up Last Stand Hill -- where Custer, his three brothers and 38 others died. Down from the hill sits a two-room interpretive center, a bookstore, restrooms and a small national cemetery.
It was more than 100 degrees when we toured the site in July, which gave us a real sense of the battle conditions. For two days in late June 1876, the sun beat down on the warring parties. Custer's men carried little water, and some soldiers dressed in full wool, military garb.