The various ‘dry creek beds’ are still flowing and actual flowers are blooming in areas that are usually bone dry. It is a surreal experience…odd that we both think the green looks out of place. The hillsides are a lush green and the grasses are more varied than we have seen in our trips the last few years.
Everyone has said that it has been much wetter than the area has experienced in ages. Take heart Virginia...you are not alone.
Once we left our camp at Glendo State Park we headed toward Whitefish, Montana. We detoured for a visit with our surrogate daughter (and Cooper’s special Bozeman babysitter), Sarah who is attending Montana State’s Grad School. She suggested Bridger Brewery for ‘the best pizza I have EVER had’ and of course they also have their very own brew. Pretty good too…if we could only remember the name. The pizza wasn’t too shabby either…Andouille sausage, pineapple and fresh herbs on a thin crust. We had one each and then added one more to share. The diets sorta got blown…what is it about Bozeman? The bread and beer are too darn good to pass up…no time for Wilcoxson’s ice cream.
We had wanted to stay in Bozeman (Bozone at the Garage for
dinner would have been nice), but the hotel prices were doubled…darn students
were there for freshman orientation.
After a short visit and lunch with Sarah we headed to Helena, MT for the
night.
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