Roadtrip Dispatch #1: Montana's Big.
My mom and I started the "California or Bust" roadtrip yesterday afternoon. The first stop was my grandma's house. Along the way, we saw 40 pheasant by the side of the road (as well as countless others in the fields), seven frolicking deer, two duck families, and two jackrabbits. The fields were green and the sky was clear. All in all, a great drive. After picking up my grandma, we made a quick trip to my aunt and uncle's drive-in in Bowdle for ice cream (to eat immediately) and fleishkeuchle (for the road).
The drive-in:
We hit the road around 7:00am and stopped in Mobridge to see Sitting Bull's gravesite:
Here's Sitting Bull's view of the Missouri River:
By late morning, we were in Lemmon, SD. The drive between Mobridge and Lemmon goes through the only part of SoDak I've never visited before, so that was kind of exciting. Also, Dakota: A Spiritual Geography, one of my favorite books was written by an author from Lemmon. Oh, and there's Lemmon's Petrified Forest, which is quite possibly the most bizarre thing I've seen in my home state (and really, that's saying something). This description's pretty accurate.
Here's one of the concrete/petrified wood cones:
Nearly the rest of the day has been spent crossing Montana. Somehow, in the 10 months since I last did this drive, I managed to forget just big this state is. I'm not complaining, though; we're in the mountains now, so the drive is gorgeous. Also, all the gas stations sell Fat Tire beer. Yum.
The Rockies:
The drive-in:
We hit the road around 7:00am and stopped in Mobridge to see Sitting Bull's gravesite:
Here's Sitting Bull's view of the Missouri River:
By late morning, we were in Lemmon, SD. The drive between Mobridge and Lemmon goes through the only part of SoDak I've never visited before, so that was kind of exciting. Also, Dakota: A Spiritual Geography, one of my favorite books was written by an author from Lemmon. Oh, and there's Lemmon's Petrified Forest, which is quite possibly the most bizarre thing I've seen in my home state (and really, that's saying something). This description's pretty accurate.
Here's one of the concrete/petrified wood cones:
Nearly the rest of the day has been spent crossing Montana. Somehow, in the 10 months since I last did this drive, I managed to forget just big this state is. I'm not complaining, though; we're in the mountains now, so the drive is gorgeous. Also, all the gas stations sell Fat Tire beer. Yum.
The Rockies:
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