Day 8. Monday September 7, 2009 The photo is of our campsite in Hardin, before the wind storm arrived. I was jawing with an older couple from Canada. The sharp eyed woman reached in her RV and pushed a button to close her awning. Right after it was closed and stowed, a gust of wind tore the awning from the Class A RV two slots down, where it fluttered atop the roof. Fortunately, I had rolled our awning up and stowed it about an hour before. That wind storm whipped through with alacrity, and lasted most of the night. It was [View Full Entry]

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Day 6. Saturday September 5, 2009 Thank goodness it cooled down enough during last night to allow some restful sleep, ‘cept for the trains wailin’ off in the distance, from time to time. It weren’t that bad, if you don’t mind the sound of a wailing train during the night when you have an intention of uninterrupted sleep. I seem to have a lifetime wish to never hear the sound of a train during the night, and to be honest, during the day as well. Oh, sure, there was a time that I was more tolerant of trains; like when I [View Full Entry]

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Day 5. Friday September 4, 2009 We have arrived at a KOA campground in Hardin. The trail boss called ahead a couple of days ago and made reservations for the holiday weekend. She didn’t want to get caught up short without a place to stay over the holiday weekend. On the road this morning, we saw a terrible wreck of a truck and a tow trailer on the other side of the causeway. We passed by within minutes after it happened, and not much was recognizable, ‘cept the tow trailer was upside down, crumpled and gushing what looked like water from [View Full Entry]

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This was not just a re-enactment of what happened, but this was a history of what lead up to the battle. But before they started anything - they started with a flag ceremony on horses. All there were respectful. My granddaughter got her first lesson in flag etiquette. She is only 3, but also stood at attention with her hand over her heart until the flag was passed. (I also had to remind my 22 year old son to remove his hat, a mother's work is never done.) This history starts with Lewis and Clark coming out to this area and [View Full Entry]

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