I am sitting at our daughter Mandy’s thinking about getting home at last.  Tomorrow we set out for Texas realizing that the cool mornings and mild days will be behind us.  A couple of days ago, we were needing our jacket most of the day as we went close to the mountains of Glacier National Park.  The road through the park was still not open, but we had wonderful views as we drove around the park in the south.

Another of my favorite views.

On the other side of Glacier, the weather was much warmer.  We spent the night in Great Falls, Montana, where the Missouri River flows through.  Before getting there we must have killed thousands of little Montana bugs.  Our windshield and the front of the truck was just covered with dead bug bodies.  Yuk!

The next day we stopped at the site of the Battle of Little Big Horn, or Custer’s Last Stand.  We took a little bus tour narrated by a young Crow Indian college student.  We learned a lot of things we didn’t know as we stood looking over the area where the Indians were camped (full of trees by the river) and the barren hills where the soldiers had to make their stand.  For one thing, Custer’s army was full of foreigners who didn’t even speak English.  Strange! 

These white markers were everywhere, showing where a soldier had fallen.

When I get home, I will try to summarize our wonderful trip.