Days 29-31, Sept 8th-10th Traveled SD, WY, MT ODE TO MONTANA Oh Montana how I love thee already. The landscape is a caliderscope of colours created from a rich tapestry of materials. Hills like the crushed velvet of an old man's smoking jacket draped over a chair, cows of deep midnight silk dotting the landscape, plains of golden grasses stretching out like cashmere whispering promises in the wind. I've only been here a couple of days and have already gone from lust to deep love and I haven't even got to the really spectacular part - Glacier National Park further north. But Montana you are already magnificent; the lion in America's states jungle of beasts (too much? Ah well, I can't help waxing lyrical about this great state). The changing landscape over the last few days has been stunning. The scorched landscape of Wyoming, russet red soil and scrubby plains. Tiny hills erupt upwards like pimples on the face of earth. And then the sky...the huge, limitless, unending expanse, an infinity of blues. All against the smoky backdrop of the Rockies in the distant; an ever looming presence just out of reach. Then onwards as the sky loomed ever greater, my photos don't even begin to do justice to the 'big sky' of Montana and the millions of stars you can see at night...I think I want to retire here and keep seeing places 'for sale' and wondering whether to enquire. Shortly after entering Montana I saw a sign for the 'Battle of Little Bighorn' and swerved The Beast quickly left to go and have a look. Yet another historic landmark that I had no idea which state it was in; I can feel my father (who was a historian) rolling in his grave - sorry dad! But I remember learning about Custer's Last Stand at school and it was very sobering walking up the ridge on which they were surrounded and died. A very thought provoking monument that is testiment to both the U.S. soldiers and the Native Americans fighting for their way of life and rightful land ownership; sadly their victory was short lived. As I looked down the hill and saw the vast numbers of graves littering the side I couldn't help but think of all the wars and tragic losses that are still happening today. We really haven't moved on that much as a society. Gosh this has been an emotive post! Montana has clearly stirred a lot in me. We've already done some gorgeous hikes into the mountains. Switchback paths into pines and then cresting out above them so you can look back down through gullies and back over the plains. Slightly terrifying signs warning of bears and mountain lions; but no sightings to date - I'd love to see a bear, but only at a very safe distance, the lesson from the bison still firmly planted in my mind. I plan to take a leisurely route up to Glacier via Flathead National Park - which is dog friendly where sadly Glacier isn't, but we can still drive Glacier through for the views - and do some big hikes along the way. Next stop tomorrow is Swan Lake for a few nights to hike there...oh Montana, don't ever leave me *sigh*.