Open road.
(I canNOT imagine two women and three girls doing this back in in the year 19-yahbahbah with no interstates, but that's my family! That's how "the three gulls" grew up.)
March 11, 2006 - Atlanta to Seattle Roadtrip, Day 2.5
Leg 3b - South Dakota to Washington
Open road.
(I canNOT imagine two women and three girls doing this back in in the year 19-yahbahbah with no interstates, but that's my family! That's how "the three gulls" grew up.)
Windmill.
The average Wyoming/Montana town.
Every hundred miles or so, you'd pass this...
The rest of the time, you'd pass this.
Rolling praries.
A first glimpse of the Rockies.
Still in the distance, but very cool.
“So howl away, you ole coyote. I hear you sing a lonsesome song.
And call me back to ole Montana – back to those hills where I belong.”
- Emmylou Harris
The first 50 miles or so of Montana is on the Creek Indian Reservation.
On the reservation is Little Bighorn Battlefield National Monument.
(The actual monument looked like a miniature Wright Brothers Memorial.)
Creek Indian Tepee on the reservation.
The veritable metropolis of Billings, Montana - the first cell reception since Rapid City (and the last until Butte).
Just cool. Passing by a stream and rolling hills on the right.
Meanwhile, on the left...
There was a whole lot of this. Plains in the foreground; mountains in the distance.
This one is of the Beartooth Mountains, which have a road that is over 10,000 feet (obviously closed in winter).
This is prarie dog country. (Wasn't able to get a picture.)
Many of the lakes and small creeks are frozen, either partially or solid.
Way up in the Rockies is the Continental Divide.
(Our Nav said 6370 feet.)
Rugged scenery.
How do those trees grow there??
The road into Butte.
What a hole! We took a lot of pictures, but I'll spare you...
Grim at the drive-thru, picking up pork chop sandwiches.
(We would smell those later. Much later.)
"Haulin' through a forest on out... Moonlight Drive."
- the doors
Just west of Anaconda, Montana, the moon comes out.
The "Big Sky" is still blue!
Not sure what that tower is. Cool, though.
Typical western Montana, as we pushed on through twilight.
"You're stuck in your own private Idaho."
- the B-52s
It was dark by the time we got to ID. The sign was buried in snow, like most of the area. I'm surprised that this picture came out this well!
At a mall, we throw Sam (the siamese [cat, not twin]) in the entrance-vestibule to hopefully use a makeshift litterbox in the corner.
No dice.
We tried setting it up in the bed of the truck (in windy, 20-something-degree weather), but after 14 hours in a crate, Sam couldn't perform with the pressure.