Manuel Lisa FAS

As you approach the Manuel Lisa Fishing Access Site, the Bighorn River’s gentle current beckons, offering a serene contrast to the distant hum of I-94. The landscape opens up, revealing a canvas of soft greens and blues where the river weaves its way through the valley. Towering trees create a natural canopy, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze—a sound that blends seamlessly with the occasional chirp of a nearby bird. Here, the simplicity of nature stands proudly, inviting you to stop, relax, and embrace the tranquility of this little-known fishing access spot.

The Bighorn River, known for its excellent fishing, runs just steps away from the few camping spots available. While the terrain is relatively rustic, the beauty lies in its unrefined charm. Campers often share tales of their catch, whether it be a feisty rainbow trout or a sturdy brown, as they cast their lines from the bank. Those familiar with this area appreciate the short trails that lead to the water’s edge, where you can spend the morning watching the world go by, the sun glinting off the river’s surface. The surrounding landscape is dotted with wildflowers, adding vibrant splashes of color that dance in the wind, all while a distant heron watches patiently for its next meal.

The campground itself is modest but inviting, featuring a handful of designated spots for tents and small campers. A solitary vault toilet stands as the only amenity, reminding visitors of the site’s commitment to preserving the natural experience. Campers often mention the shade provided by the trees, a welcome respite during warm afternoons. While the roads leading to the site may not be suited for larger RVs, those with smaller rigs or tents find it easy to navigate. The quiet atmosphere is occasionally punctuated by the sounds of laughter from fellow campers or the splashes of fish breaking the water's surface, creating a sense of community among the few who choose to linger.

As evening falls, the air cools, and the sunset casts a warm glow over the Bighorn River, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. Campfires crackle softly as stories are shared, and the day’s adventures are recounted. For those who return to Manuel Lisa FAS, it’s not just a place to camp; it’s a ritual of reconnecting with nature and one another—a space where the simplicity of life thrives, and the noise of