Yesterday we drove through the remaining part of Montana; actually as I write we're still in Montana, soon to enter Yellowstone National Park. I'm also at a campground with Wifi...glamping I think you'd call this. I found my "almost" namesake, but they put an 'S' on the end. Perhaps the town of Billings is in cahoots with the people who used to engrave my trophies as a kid. They never did quite get it right, it was often "Emily Billings"...
We found the oldest brothel in the USA in Butte, now serving as a museum, drank beer in Boseman, and caught the sunset in Billings. We didn't make it to the town of Missoula which I really wanted to go to, so I made sure the beer I had in Boseman was a Missoula local. There is excellent beer in Montana, and we're doing a good job of sampling along the road. Oh and while on the road in the middle of Montana, our front fender decided fall and begin to melt off. Not a problem for Andrew and his man skills, and the trusty Walmart knife we are getting lots of use out of.
Yellowstone today, woo animals!