In Harlowton, we stayed at another rodeo ground. This one had geese all over, and a wrought iron sculpture above the bull pens.
The town had saved its railroad depot, even though no trains had come since 1981.
The next night, our campground featured a burning barn.
We picked up a hitch-hiker along the way.
Senor frog gave Shaine a giggle.
After 6 weeks and nearly 2500 miles, we finally got to the mountains. Shaine was so happy, she played her violin. Cheryl is either laughing or crying.
