So Many Cows!
The rest of the evening in Bozeman was unexciting. It poured rain. The hotel looked even more haunted. Claire swam in the pool and made sure all the drains were visible.
The beverage selection at the hotel bar was a bit limited and the bartender directed me to the Conoco gas station next door, because “they have wine”. So I found myself traipsing through the parking lot in the rain, only to find out the wine they had was not actually wine I wanted to drink.
We left Bozeman bright and early (we belatedly realized we had switched over to mountain time somewhere in Idaho), and drove through the Montana State University campus and downtown. The campus was lovely and we got coffee, and then we headed out.
Goodbye Bozeman! This picture has hot air balloons in the background!
Then we drove, and drove, and drove some more.
The mountains of Western Montana gave way to rolling hills, which became prairie. We saw many cows as well as llamas, sheep, and horses.
The drive got long, especially since we left I90 to drive on 2 lane roads which were pretty open except for big timber trucks and RVs. We briefly switched drivers in the metropolis of Alzada in the parking lot of a saloon (“Cheap Drinks, Bad Food, Topless Tuesdays”).
Rapid City was a welcome sight, and the Howard Johnson’s is super cute and seems unhaunted.
The mountains of Western Montana gave way to rolling hills, which became prairie. We saw many cows as well as llamas, sheep, and horses, and cows., and cow., and co., and c., and .. .