From the moment we arrived in Montana over a week ago, it was clear to us that this is a big state for personal fireworks. The stands are everywhere, and lots of people are getting a jump on the Fourth of July. However, the pictured sign here in Sidney is a bit over the top, don't you think? Our country is rightfully worried about Iran, North Korea, and various terrorist organizations developing nuclear weapons. It turns out that all those folks would need to do would be to come to Montana and see Frank, and they can get what they want at bargain prices!
Last night after checking into our too-expensive hotel, we discovered a nice county park on the Yellowstone River just north of town, so we moved out here this morning and have had a very pleasant day, mosquitoes notwithstanding. It is a bit disconcerting to know that we are heading deeper into mosquito country over the next couple of weeks. Thank goodness for Deet.
Speaking of the county park, we are now in Richland County. Yesterday we passed through the small community of Richey, and in Utah we stayed in Rich County. Needless to say, Rich has been feeling very affirmed by all this, and I have been feeling increasingly neglected -- no places named Joe anything. Then I suddenly felt better when I realized that this whole state is named after Joe Montana, right?
Enough rambling. See you tomorrow, in North Dakota.
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