My discombobulated mind is going to attempt to retrace our steps of our recent vacation to Montana. I have found that since being whacked on the head (going on over a month now) I struggle to remember things properly and the words that I do use do not have the fluency they once did. Surely, hopefully, this is all part of the recovery, but I did want to warn you in case you notice that my posts don't have the same flair. If my commentary is lacking, then I at least hope you enjoy the images and the tour itself. What felt like a 'really long errand' by taking Nik to summer camp in Bozeman turned out to be a really great family vacation. The best part of the trip is that the only detail planned was having Nik in Bozeman at 10 am on August 1 for the camp. Everything else was spontaneous. (Dang, it felt good to see how the other half live! And, just wait to see how we carried out the spontaneity all the way through to the very end of the trip!)
Let's begin with stop #1: the Oregon Trail Ruts in Wyoming near Guernsey. Instead of me recounting the history of this stop, just double click on the picture of the sign so you can read all about it. What I had envisioned of the ruts was something entirely different. It was pretty hard to imagine a train of wagons cutting through the sandy ground and leaving these 4 foot ruts that have stood the test of time a century and a half later. What journeys these people must have been on!
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