What Happened to All the Mountains?

Bye, bye mountains!

Yes, there are mountains in Wyoming. Of course there are. HELLO Grand Tetons and shit. Sadly they’re all 6.5 hours off to the west of us and we’re headed east. What we’re traveling through is grasslands. Not QUITE as desolate as the thoroughly blanketed ones of eastern Oregon but that’s just ‘cause there’s less snow down here.

I had my heart set on  viewing/exploring the site of the Battle of Greasy Grass (AKA that rat bastid Custer’s last murderous stand). We got to Crow Agency, Montana – about 45 minutes north of the Wyoming border – only to find that’s it’s a National Park Service run site. The price of admission? 25 smackers. NOT in the budget PLUS we weren’t keen on viewing both-sideserism displays in the visitor center.

What’d we do instead? Hell, we hit the Trading Post located right across the road where I picked up this fabulous bumper sticker (at left).Yep, that's going on Bix's virgin bumper soon's we get home.

We got to lamp the land – the area where it all went down and, rilly now, that’s all I wanted.

Ten and I stayed in another I-see-dead-things creepy lodge last night.  Ya know, would it kill booking.com to post lobby pics showing the poor slaughtered and stuffed animals. They could note, in 14 point, bright red, Arial Black, “NOT a good spot for our vegetarian friends.” Having said that, we got a great price on a nice, dead animal-free room, there’s a very nice, dead animal-free pool and hot tub, they gave us a discount coupon for an awesome local Mexican restaurant AND brekkie was to die for. Check out’s not until noon so, after another swim and mebbe a nap, we’ll jet.

Next stop? Wall, South Dakota where we’ll visit the Wounded Knee Museum . On Friday we’ll motor down to the site of the massacre. I know, I’m a cheery little tourist but you knew that – right?