We're staying in a motel called The Bluebird, which was built in 1947. It has themed rooms and ours is the Gene Autry, which is making Steve very happy as there's all kinds of cowboy memorabilia as well as loads of cowboy books, so he's able to tie up some loose ends. Outside the window, just 10 yards away, are two horses - so there's that authentic smell too.
It was a long journey. Did you know it takes 13 hours to drive across Montana and there are three cows to every person? Hmmm, and two people per square mile.... you do the math.
On the way here, we managed a quick visit to Head Smashed-in Buffalo Jump. The Red Indians used to drive buffalo over the cliffs for a quick, easy and some might say rather lazy and unsporting way to get buffalo meat and skin. Legend has it that a young (not so) brave decided he'd like to see them tumble past so he hid behind a waterfall to watch. Unfortunately for him, it was a particularly good day and, as the carcasses piled up, he got buried by them and was found with his skull crushed in under their weight - hence the name. Nice story, heh?
So tomorrow it's off to the airport. Sad face.
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