So the washroom is piled high with laundry, the living room is piled high with luggage and personal effects -- and we have someone coming to look at the house tomorrow. Ah, it's good to be home.
Knowing we only had about five hours of driving ahead of us before we made it home, Older Daughter and I hit the road early. As we gassed up the car, I was able to get a clearer view of the "Our Lady of the Rockies" statue overlooking Butte. Very impressive.
The day was grey and overcast. In fact, the misty clouds added to the scenery.
I saw a huge solitary tower in the distance. "What on earth is that?" I wondered. "Minas Tirith," Older Daughter promptly replied.
Nice barn. Very Montana-ish.
Lots of rocky crags as we headed toward Missoula.
Past Missoula, things got more forested, and infinitely more beautiful.
Older Daughter said the scenery looked like it was from the video game Skyrim.
At one point, seeking a restroom, I pulled off on a lonely pause in the highway. Nope, no bathroom facilities here. In fact, it looked like we were the only people to pull off the highway at this particular spot for a long time.
Ah, this is the sign we were waiting for. Is that a crow perched over the "to"?
Another long ribbon of highway stretching before us, but this one leads to home.
It was good to see the sweet hills of the Palouse.
Once we hit the dirt road, all is right with the world.
Our homecoming was joyous. Then we had to unpack the car.
But it's nice to see an extra light on in the house.
Thank you for following us on our road trip!