Wednesday, May 28, 2014 – Bozeman, Montana

Today’s goal was to be at the entrance to Little Bighorn Battlefield National Monument when the gates open at 8:00 then to be on the road by noon for our final stop before heading into Yellowstone. We were greeted at the National Monument entrance (promptly at 8:00) by the perkiest, most cheerful park ranger I have ever met. She directed us to the visitor center and that’s exactly where we went.

We spent about 3 hours watching the movie, walking the grounds, and driving the self-guided tour of the routes taken by the various participants of the battle (Custer’s Last Stand). We also sat in on the ranger talk which, on our previous visit, had been given by a very well versed historian and author of several books on the topic and had been fascinating to listen to. This time, however, we weren’t so fortunate. It was a different ranger whose meandering, aimless introduction (about 30 minutes of a 45 minute presentation) had all of us squirming in our seats. He even talked about how someone once complained about him. I can’t imagine why anyone would do that!

We were back at the campground shortly after 11 and Richard quickly exited the truck and ran to his trailer to shut off the water supply, extinguishing the 10 foot tall geyser erupting from the partially disconnected hose and showering his trailer. He spent the next 20 minutes removing water from the top of the slideout while we prepared to get back on the road.

By noon we were on our way to Bozeman where we planned to stock our chest freezer for the summer and take on staples. We arrived shortly after 4, plugged in the freezer, and set about rearranging the furniture that had been set askew by Frost Heave Central (I-90 in Minnesota).

Thursday we visited Walmart, Costco, and then Walmart and Costco again. That evening after dinner we drove back into town just to see Bozeman. Bozeman is a quaint and pleasant college town that invokes an “I could live here” response every time I visit. On a whim we popped into Dairy Queen because someone wanted a Blizzard. Richard was driving and somehow knew where DQ was but I have no idea how! The parking lot was smaller than the potholes on I-55 in Illinois. Every one of the 6 parking stalls out front was full. There was space in one of the 6 stalls on the side but it was blocked by the line of cars queued up for the drive through which extended out the main entrance and onto the road. The service was speedy and the Blizzard was excellent.

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