The little KIA rolled its 4000th mile today.
And judging from the grill, it has picked up a bug for every mile. We shower and load and take the car for a shower of its own. Then, we head to Yellowstone. I don't have a particular plan for the day and that is no different really then any other day.
I am drunk on the scenery...
...and wonder if I should be driving.
I think about my friend Wynn who lived in this area at one time. Her beauty is similar. I wish she were in the passenger seat spouting Montana stories.
I think about my nieces and nephews and wish I could have brought them on this adventure so they could see this great, beautiful country they will inherit.
Four thousand miles and I still have not found him yet. But I know he is out here somewhere.
My thoughts bounce.
Then I get busy site seeing.
I make it to Old Faithful at just the right moment...
...it reminds me that timing is everything. I hope that wasn't him who just left in the black pickup.
I trace the Gallatin River up to Bozeman; night is approaching but the trail is still amazing. I spend the night here in Bozeman; just 30 minutes from where I spent the night last night. At this rate I will never get back to Georgia. It is supposed to snow tonight and I am 9 years old again and it is Christmas Eve and I am waiting on Santa Claus.
Recipes: A little Elk here, a Buffalo there...blend with hot springs and enjoy!
Roadtrips: Montana, Wyoming, Idaho, Montana....pull over as often as you can so you can soak it all in.
Renovations: I fear I will be hungover tomorrow.
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