The last little town between the border of Canada and the United States on this particular leg of the journey, Milk River, had a nice tourism center with a dinosaur out front.
With the brilliant weather and striking sky, I had to pull over and take a shot.
I’ll be back in Canada to visit Vancouver in a few weeks, but for now, I had to zip back to the states to see if I can make it to the near middle of Wyoming for the 4th of July. 646 miles from where I type this at the gateway to Glacier National Park. 10 hours.
The parade starts at 10 am tomorrow morning.
This is going to be rough, and I have a national park to motor through. That in itself ain’t right.
I have come to the conclusion, that I just can’t do it all, and that’s perfectly reasonable.
I’ll backpost about the rodeo in Calgary soonish ( in summary: a dang fine time )
Off to hit the road…