Day 36 - Idaho - Montana

June 5th
Upon leaving the next day, Mrs. Martin gave us home-baked delicacies to take along. Ursula would have liked to see more of Spokane or even return to the Expo, but Wally and I preferred to move on. We crossed Idaho at its northern end and soon found ourselves in Montana. It was as I had imagined—mountains, green hills, and a much open, vast country.

We were at a higher elevation again, and it was colder. The locals there were complaining that there would be no summer this year! We spent the night at the Elkhorn Ranch in Clinton, which had fabulous hot showers.

June 6th
Before departing this morning, we went horseback riding. It was the first time on a horse for Wally. The horses were OK, but the trail was not so great. Besides, it started to rain, and we had to cut our excursion short. The journey continued, following the Yellowstone River toward the National Park.

At one point, we had to drive at a snail's pace behind a group of cowboys driving a cattle herd down the road in front of us, like in the old Wild West movies. Cattle dogs were running and circling the herd. We enjoyed watching this exciting spectacle.

Tonight we are camping (hiding) behind a massive boulder on the side of the road leading to the North Entrance of Yellowstone Park. It is getting cold, and Heinz has a warm fire going.Baca lagi