Wood Mountain Regional Park - Wood Mountain Post Historic Park

Wood Mountain Post Historic Park

Also known as Wood Mountain Post Provincial Park, the Historic Park is a partially restored 1870s post of the North-West Mounted Police (NWMP). The two post buildings include displays about the history of the NWMP and its activities in the area, as well as the history of the Sioux tribe members and its chief medicine man, Sitting Bull, who came to the area after the 1876 Battle of the Little Bighorn.

A monument to Sitting Bull is located on a hill in the Regional Park.

The Historic Park is administered by the provincial parks board and tourism, and is located near the Regional Park at 49°19′00″N 106°22′30″W / 49.3166667°N 106.375°W / 49.3166667; -106.375.

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