We started the day off on a very sad note; taking Amy to the Billings airport and bidding her adieu.
Shortly afterwards, Don and I headed towards Glacier National Park. After a couple of hours, we stopped for breakfast at a wonderful little diner.
We also passed by Montana’s first wind farm.
Since we were only twenty miles away, we ran up to the border, looked across, and said, “Naaahhh.”
On the way back to Glacier, Don visited some fierce plains Indians. Those horses had some awful big eyes…
We ate at a delightful place called Two Sisters. They served an excellent veggie burger. (and they had a “My Governor is a Jewish Cowboy” bumpersticker over the kitchen.)
We set up camp at the site recommended by the lovely young booth attendant, and almost immediately our camp host (a civilian volunteer) came by to chat with us about bear precautions, as they had been seen in the campsite frequently. We stopped setting up our tents to listen to her. Bad move. She finished, drove off, and it promptly started both raining AND hailing.
3 comments:
Come on guys smile... looks like a little uncertainty before heading into the "Two Sisters".
I AM smiling! ;-)
Besides, I just put my baby on a plane that morning, it's asking too much to smile...
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