Might be the most near-perfect place I've ever seen. Earlier, my sister and I hiked to the M on Mount Sentinel (which had some mind-numbing views, let me tell you) before swimming in the Clark Fork River (which has a stronger current than you would think).
Montana is a beautiful, beautiful (really, there's no other word for it) state, and I sincerely hope that I'll be back here again very soon. Tomorrow we trek onward to Portland, Oregon, where I'm told that "the dream of the Nineties is alive and well." For now, I'm turning in for the night because I am exhausted (in case you couldn't tell by my excessive use of parentheticals and of the second-person). But first, here are a very few photos from our day.
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The marker denoting where Custer fell, surrounded by others, with Custer National Cemetery
in the background. At last check, they had room for 150 more graves, in addition to the
4,500 already there. |
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| My pensive father in front of the U.S. Army Memorial on Last Stand Hill at Little Bighorn. |
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| Our Lady Of The Rockies, overlooking Butte from the Continental Divide. |
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| Facing East upstream, this is the Clark Fork River, full of summertime floaters. |
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| The Bitterroot Mountains, as seen from Mount Sentinel. |
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