Had a difficult time getting going once again this morning. Thinking about the long day ahead makes it hard to roll out of bed. However, the countryside has changed considerably into grass covered rolling hills with pine trees and cottonwoods. There are lots of ravines and vast skyscapes. I suppose that is why it is called Big Sky country.
We drive through through Wyoming for sometime until we head into Montana on Interstate 90. Frank is doing a wonderful job driving up and down these hills...and these are not the mountains. Starting to spot sagebrush. I may have to get out my orange cowboy hat today.
It is fun to imagine the cattle drives that went through this area in the 1880s from Texas . I can envision many western movies being filmed out here. Wonder where they filmed the Lone Ranger? I can see galloping down these hills on a white horse.
11:00. Coming to the BigHorn Mountain range. There is snow on top of several of the mountains. Frank and daughter LeAnn rode through the BigHorns on their bikes eight years ago. Becky and I went as the sag wagon and drove the popup camper.
Stopped at the Buffalo, Wyoming Welcome Center and visited with an old teacher from Orange City, Iowa. He was now the Welcome Center welcomer. He was very friendly and was Dutch which makes sense being from Orange City. I took the photo of the bronze sculpture of the cowboy on the horse, called "cool water" at that location.
We passed the Little Bighorn site on the Crow Indian Reservation. We had toured this years before when the girls were little.
