This morning I started in Sidney and am now in Glasgow. According to Google maps this trip should have crossed continents and oceans and taken many hours by plane. I got here before noon. The only MacDonalds is pre 1980 and still doesn't have WiFi. I'm in the library. I asked the librarian, "If Scottish residents of Glasgow are called Glaswegians, what are those in Montana called?" She replied, "Cowboys?"
This bicyclist was on the Fort Peck Indian Reservation. Heading east. I didn't get a chance to ask how far she was going.
This is a bar outside Glasgow, near the airport, at the end of the runway. Kinda makes you wonder. I didn't stop there. Might be dangerous.
This coffee shop was on the Fort Peck Indian Reservation. It was next to the ubiquitous casino.Good coffee even if the barrista was a bit curt.
This may be one of the oldest buildings I saw in Montana. It is adobe over logs. It was built in 1910! Nothing out here is very old! It was the Grassy Butte Post Office. Sounds like what you get when you slide down the hill. I found an appropriately named hotel for endurance bicyclists, the Ragged Butte Inn. I didn't get a picture.
Until you've seen the Big Sky Country, it is only words. The sky here B I G! S'true!
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