On To Yellowstone

As we left Banff, we headed to Calgary, took a right and went straight down to the border. Had to drive through Montana before we stopped for the night. Now I know why it's called the Big Sky state. There is nothing around for miles and miles. All you see is prairie and sky. Lots and lots of sky. There is nothing to block your gaze. It's funny, but I felt as though I could feel the spirits of the Native Americans watching us as we drove through, as if they were still protecting their territory.

We were supposed to stay at the lodge at Glacier National Park. But the lodge was overbooked and the only other places to stay were little run down motels run by Native Americans. It's sad to see the state of what was once such a proud people. After checking out there was to do in the park, we decided to keep driving and skip the park altogether.