A Montana Day

When we first entered the state of Montana, I saw a sign indicating that the white crosses are erected at every point along the road where a highway fatality has occurred.  There are lots of them.  I spent half a day trying to take a picture of one, without much luck.  The roads have no shoulders, and the speed limit is 70, so not much opportunity to pull off the road.  But here is what they look like.

I was impressed that the state would undertake to do such a thing.  (no pun intended)

We left the town of Glasgow this morning traveling to the town of Shelby for the night.

 Most of the little towns (sparse as they were) were very poor looking, unattractive,  ragged and rugged, with one exception.  By far, always the lovliest (and only lovely) building in town was the casino!



Casino

The landscape of North Dakota was littered with oil rigs and the associated fallout.

The landscape of Montana is littered with grain elevators--thousands and thousands of them along the very rural areas where the homesteads are several thousand acres in size.



Random Field with Hay

After too much coffee, and driving many miles, I was greatly in need of a Rest Area.

They are not always what one expects, and that was especially true today in Chester, Montana!

The next two pictures show the very primitive (no running water) Rest Area and accompanying sink.



One more night in Montana tomorrow in Kalispell.  But I think we will be out of this desolation, since we will be traveling near the Glacier National Park.  One can only hope!



Rest Area of Chester, MT

 

Bathroom Sink