We went across the Beartooth two weeks ago in a Ford Explorer from Red Lodge to Yellowstone. I'll tell you right up front that I hate heights. Nobody told us about this bastard in advance. I think my fingerprints are permanently imbedded in that rental's steering wheel. The road is barely wide enough for two cars. If there's any wind, rain, or snow it would be a real nasty character. To sum up, my feelings, if the Beartooth had been the only way for me to get home, I'd probably still be in Yellowstone.
Fred.