We woke toasty and warm in the cab of the truck. It was cold out, but the sun was just right for pictures in front of Devil's Tower.
We drove and drove. We approached the Big Horn Mountains of Wyoming, sighting them from 70 miles away. We turned north and crossed the border into Montana. It was good to see some snow and I looked forward to getting to Bozeman. Just four more hours to cap the long trip.
We made it to Billings and gassed up. One more fuel stop in Livingston and we would be there. I was eager and pushed the truck through the wind. My leg hurt from holding the gas pedal down for so long, but it took it being on the floor just to hold 65 mph. We rolled into Livingston just long enough to fill up and were only 20 miles away from Bozeman. We pressed on, crossing the Bridger Mountains and dropping down through Bozeman Pass.
Finally we were there.
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