We crossed the border into Montana. Good to be back in the lower 48. We're in dusty, hilly country with lots of livestock grazing and crops growing. Saw our first pronghorn antelope and a roadrunner ran across the road in front of us. We were looking for Wiley Coyote. This train came across the fields and the scenery is so different and so interesting. Montana is "Big Sky Country" and it is just enchanting. We are in Shelby, MT, just over the border and I can imagine just staying here forever in the solitude and beauty. As the sky got dark we had this rosy sunset in the west while the full moon rose in the east. The sky is so dark that I can see the first stars since we started our trek.
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