|
|
| 
It'd been 20 years since I last visited Montana. Missoula was noticeably bigger, but for the most part the state appeared unchanged by time or continuous highway construction. There was still incredible natural beauty everywhere you looked, an abundance of bad roads, and sky that seemingly went on forever. The locals don't call it Big Sky Country for no reason.
The first day we drove from Seattle to Billings. It took us fourteen hours, stopping for two meals along the way and countless rest stops. A little advice: When traveling with an older companion, take advantage of every stop the road affords you. It still might not be enough.
A land-locked state - oh, but what land - there are no sunsets over the ocean in Montana. There are sunsets over buttes, and mountains, and ranches and valleys. Over lakes and rivers, glaciers and forests, but no oceanfront. Not that it matters though, as a sunset over the dullest Montana terrain rivals the finest on the coast. Word.
 
|
