We had blue skies and open roads. Idaho was over pretty quickly - this is the skinny "panhandle" bit at the top. We did briefly pull over to see this particularly lovely mission building in a perfect setting on a slight rise by a pond in the middle of a wide valley.
The park itself was closed (too early in the day) and anyway, we needed to push on.
In mountainous dark forests we crossed into the state of Montana. We stopped for lunch in Missoula (The Shack Cafe - busy and good) - university town - slightly alternative vibe, handsome court house building. We also briefly stopped on the plain near Anaconda from which we could see several ranges of mountains and a huge tall tower which turned out to be for copper smelting. And on. Towards Butte - scarred landscape - and Bozeman. At Livingston we turned towards Yellowstone. Words fail me. Here are some pictures.
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Beautiful; I can see why you'd be at a loss for words. My family did a similar trip the summer I turned 6. I don't remember much at all--now I think I may have to it again!
There's a reason they call it Big Sky Country, right? You gotta see it to believe it. We loved Bozeman.
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