|On the edge of Bozeman|
However, I was so exhausted from the first twelve days of traveling and the fullness of the socializing, that when we got to the room we arranged to rent through Airbnb (www.airbnb.com) from a wonderful couple, Natalia and Narayan, I plopped down in our private little backyard under a cherry tree giving fruit, ate supper with Larry, and announced that I might spend the next three days in that beautiful, private, peaceful backyard. I can't say enough good things about our simple private room--it was affordable, Narayan and Natalia texted us often with great recommendations for places to see and things to do, I totally recommend their room if you ever find yourself in Bozeman.
|Narayan and Natalia's backyard with Chaif, one of their dogs|
|Near downtown Bozeman, on the way to Artwalk|
|Somewhat grumpy dog to match somewhat grumpy owner of Vargo's Jazz City & Books on Main Street|
|Chaif pretending not to jump on Larry|
|Just another Montana sky|
Now that we are in mobile mode, as much as I loved Bozeman, I was ready to head on to South Dakota on Sunday morning, so we got up early, ate breakfast, and packed the car to head to our next destination--but there was still a lot of Montana ahead of us--many miles of reservations and herds of pronghorn were in front of this. But before that, we stopped to make a purchase in Billings (there's no sales tax in Montana), and came across a dog rescue organization that specializes in rescuing dogs from surrounding reservations (http://rezdogrescue.weebly.com) that had a puppy adoption event outside the local PetSmart. I fell in love with a particularly friendly puppy and had to pull myself away so we could head on toward South Dakota.
We took a shortcut off the 90 onto the 212 and ended up driving through the Cheyenne Tribe. Larry noticed the houses all looked the same, and small, and that woke us up to being on a reservation. When we stopped for gas in Lame Deer, we saw several dogs running around the area--all looking well fed, but not fenced in--and plenty of evidence of the poverty on the reservation. We felt saddened--and frustrated, not knowing what we could do. I guess that might be something we can ponder as we continue driving across this country and seeing the variety of lifestyles and reconsider our own life purpose on this trip.