Saturday, May 5, 2012

Montana....and the Sip n' Dip

We crossed state line before 8:00 on Thursday morning. There were no parades or obvious signs...I am not sure why it felt different..maybe the air, or the topography. Flaxen grass on rolling hills dotted with black steer were the only hint at life. No houses, barns, litter, nothing that indicated anyone lived near for miles and miles and miles. When I realized this I earnestly searched for something, anything that would show me Montana had people...somewhere.

We wound our way through roads...piloted by a car in construction area for more than 27 miles, and eventually made our way through some dusty farm towns as we headed to Great Falls.

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