During the late 1800s, Theodore Roosevelt camped at Medicine Rocks and commented: "The sun was just setting when we crossed the final ridge and come in sight of as singular a bit of country as I have ever seen. Over an irregular tract of gently rolling sandy hill, perhaps about three quarters of a mile square, were scattered several hundred detached and isolated buttes or cliffs of sandstone. Some of them rose as sharp peaks or ridges, or as connected chains, but much the greater number had flat tops like little table lands. The sides were perfectly perpendicular, and were cut and channelled by the weather in to the most extraordinary forms; caves, columns, battlements, spires, and flying buttresses were mingled in the strangest confusion. On the tops and at the bases of most of the cliffs grew pine trees, some of considerable height, and the sand gave everything a clean, white look. Altogether it was as fantastically beautiful a place as I have ever seen."
The pictures speak for themselves. There are two panoramic shots which will require you to scroll from left to right in order to take in the whole photo. Here is one of them.
There was little wildlife in the park aside from various birds that love the ready-made nests in the sandstone. I did spot this rodent.
We set up our tent [Yes, I brought the poles] at a site in the western part of the park. To our surprise, there was no fee for camping and there were probably no more than a dozen people taking advantage of Montana's generosity that night. We photographed for a few hours, took a break and drove 10 miles south of the park to Ekalaka where we had good food on the cheap. When is the last time you paid 50 cents for coffee? After supper, we took photos until the sun set, started a campfire and settled in for the night. The sky was cloudless and the moon nearly full. The only sound was the distant howling of coyotes.