For those of you following along at home, Thursday night we drove from Eugene to Bend, OR. Not terribly far, but we got a late start. Friday, we drove from Bend to Pocatello, ID, a town I’d never heard of before picking it off the atlas page as a likely place to spend the night. Saturday, which I think was yesterday (and figuring out what day it is is part of why I’m writing this down right now), we left Pocatello and headed north to Montana, clipping the very western edge of Yellowstone National Park along the way, which was REALLY neat. I’m not a camper, so I never put seeing that kind of national park very high on my list of things I was likely to see. Ever. Happening upon it while trying to do something else was a nice surprise.
I suppose we could have put something more inspiring behind us, but it seems I didn’t take any pictures of the more spectacular views we drove by. Short-sighted on my part.
Anyway, we found the mountainous pretty part of Montana first (which is how it always looks in our heads), but then we kept driving east and it got flatter and more desert-y. It does indeed have a big sky, but the sky would have been bigger without the smoke haze. Blue sky straight up, haze on every horizon. Oh, well. We’ll keep plugging east until we can get past all the fires.