We left Yellowstone early because we needed to put down
some miles. Dad wanted to get to the northern border of Montana, as close to
Canada without crossing the border. We took turns entertaining Desmond in the
car. The views in Montana were like I imagined and you could understand why
people refer to Montanan as “big sky country;” the roads were mostly surrounded
by flat land with mountains in the distance.
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| We pretty much had the park to ourselves, as you can tell. |
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| Big Sky Country; you should have seen the stars! |
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| Three adorable prairie dogs |
We arrived in Shelby and picked up some groceries. Dad
grilled some burgers back at the campsite and Desmond enjoyed some time to
stretch his legs and talked to the neighboring traveler about the ATV he was
hauling inside his RV. The campground was pretty unexciting and few people were
staying there. The highlight was spotting prairie dogs, which must have made
burrows all over the area, because there were dozens of them. There was also a
pretty active bunny that was fun to observe.
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