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Little Big Horn

Little Big Horn

Day 21        June 30

This morning, we drove into downtown Billings, just to get a quick peek at what it looked like. I wasn’t sure what to make of the place. As we entered downtown, I can’t remember which we saw first, the Women’s Prison, or the Department of Corrections building. Howdy folks. Welcome to Billings. We did a quick drive-a-bout and then got the heck out of town.

Sometimes, ok, all the time, when we’re driving, we have weird conversations. Or, I should say, we have conversations about weird stuff. Today our conversation centered on our lack of exercise since we’ve been on the road. Mark cracked me up when he said,

“I’ve got to get on an exercise program. I can still feel my chest muscles, but, maybe it’s just fat.”

Well, I hear ya bro! Pretty sure I’ve lost every ounce of swimming muscles in my arms. And I’m not sure I could hold a plank for longer than 10 seconds anymore.

A couple days ago, I tried to do some tricep dips on a picnic bench. I did a few, and promptly got a splinter in my hand. I took that as a sign that my exercise program shouldn’t start that day.

Why Do I Need My Muscles Anyway?

I need my muscles because on days like today, I need to be able to slam our sliding door shut.

We took the scenic byway out of Billings, onto Rt 212 East, so that we could stop at the Little Big Horn Battlefield National Monument. Call me crazy, but I don’t like war stuff. Maybe ‘cause, growing up in Virginia, I was dragged to every battlefield and war related place known to Virginians. I’m done with that stuff. Over it.

BUT….Little Big Horn Battlefield N.M. was one of the most beautiful and spiritual places I’ve ever been. The land itself is stunning, and the American Indian Monument kind of got to me. I think what I was feeling was “White Man’s Guilt.”

Little Big Horn National Monument

Little Big Horn

Graveyard @ Little Big Horn

Graveyard @ Little Big Horn

Little Big Horn

Little Big Horn

Graveyard @ Little Big Horn

Graveyard @ Little Big Horn

Graveyard @ Little Big Horn

Graveyard @ Little Big Horn

Little Big Horn

Little Big Horn

Little Big Horn

Little Big Horn

American Indian monument @ Little Big Horn

American Indian monument @ Little Big Horn

American Indian monument @ Little Big Horn

American Indian monument @ Little Big Horn

The 45 mph winds also got to me. It was howling out there, which made it on the difficult side to open and shut the large sliding side door. Yep, I need to rebuild me some muscles!!

Goodbye Wyoming. Hello Montana

Before we left Yellowstone we stopped to see Old Faithful, and the beautiful historic Old Faithful Lodge.

Mark and I disagreed on the route to take out of Yellowstone, because we didn’t agree on where we were going next. Mark won, and we headed north, to Bozeman, Montana.  

Bozeman was a place I had little interest in. And it was a place that I ended up loving. In fact, I was loving it even before we got there, because the drive there was so gorgeous!

The road from Yellowstone to Bozeman

The road from Yellowstone to Bozeman

The town of Bozeman is a cool little college town where the main drag is filled with cute shops and restaurants. We ate lunch, walked around taking photos, took a drive through the campus of Montana State University, and then went to the Museum of the Rockies.

Lunch!

Lunch!

Downtown Bozeman

Downtown Bozeman

Bozeman, architecture

Bozeman, architecture

Bozeman, architecture

Bozeman, architecture

Bozeman, architecture

Bozeman, architecture

Bozeman, architecture

Bozeman, architecture

Public art, Bozeman

Public art, Bozeman

I thought we hit the jackpot at the Museum of the Rockies when I saw a flyer advertising some kind of art and beer tasting event. I was disappointed when I realized the flyer said JULY 29, not JUNE 29. Bummer.

Part of the Museum of the Rockies

Part of the Museum of the Rockies

Fence detail @ Museum of the Rockies

Fence detail @ Museum of the Rockies

Weird creatures in Bozeman

Weird creatures in Bozeman

Intersection. Bozeman

Intersection. Bozeman

Our final stop this day, was at the KOA in Billings, Montana. An ok place, with a slight sewer stink about it. Don’t recommend the place, but, some kind and honest person at the campground saved my sorry a** by turning in my backpack to the front desk, after I had left it in the bathroom. 

My backpack had my wallet and my phone in it, credit cards, cash, and keys to the RV. And I didn’t even realize it was gone until the next morning. Phew! I was really lucky! So, I must give some bonus points to the Billings KOA, for having a truly honest person staying there!