I have reached Montana at what seems like a breakneck speed, and now I am in the process of slowing down. I am staying in a wonderful old victorian in wonderful Livingston with wonderful Lynn. I am just sitting around with the dogs, reading and dozing, watching football games, and reminding myself to take it slow.
Sped through some gorgeous countryside on the way up, which I shall be revisiting when I go back down to Yellowstone in a couple days. I followed the Gallatin River, which is one of those rivers that really makes you want to jump in and wallow, like all those fisher dudes in their waders. I don't have any interest in fishing really, but I would love to just stand in the middle of the river. I'll hold a pole if I have to.
Looked at my maps and Lynn's Montana books today - looks like I will be looping back into the panhandle of Idaho in a couple days, and then crossing over the very top of Montana. There is a town way up there that was abandoned after the cold war ended. Used to be 100,000 strong, not so long ago. And now, totally empty. Crazy. Gotta see it.