Washington is pretty.
Montana (is less). Near our room at the Rodeway Inn.
.... And we know it's day 8: Wrong turn on I-94, resort to any unplayed (and unmarked CDs), wind up listening to Hanson and making our way back to I-90.
We heard a snake as soon as we got to the top of the trail.
Recommended by gas station attendant: Mr. Hysham's Supper Club, the best (and only) restaurant in Hysham, MT.
Montana's redeeming quality: mutliple vibrant rainbows.
Luckily made it out of this state by day's end, all the way through Wyoming to Rapid City, SD. Tomorrow, Mt. Rushmore!
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