Montana

Half way across the middle of this beautiful state through the wheat fields and with occasional crops, we learn are mainly for growing seed. Near Billings, full of refineries, coal cars, and other 'dirty' industries there is the beautiful (now muddy) Yellowstone River. Leaving US 12 we drove on a lightly traveled I-94 to land in this beautiful campground by the river, green grass and nice landscaping everywhere. I'm not feeling all that great today, so Gene will do all the driving (he usually does 80% at least) as we go toward Helena and over the Continental Divide and into western Washington....I think. Anything to avoid Salt Lake City and Denver! There is less and less to say as we head into more familiar territory, so blogging is coming to an end. I'll keep some notes going to remind myself of where we've been and what in the world those photos are. Oh, and Gene says I failed to name the prarie dogs correctly....that's what they are, prarie dogs. My mind is going in bits and pieces!