Back in the Saddle or (Finally got WI-Fi)

I don't quiet know how to start.  Been a while and a lot to catch up on.  First thing is the house is advertaised as having Wi-Fi and I guess it does but getting on it? Aye, there's the rub. Neither David nor Janine can ever recall having seen a modem for wi-fi that can only handle a single device, and often not even one machine.  After countless calls to the owner, the cable provider and even to the modem maker, we have managed to get communication with the outside world. Uh, sometimes at least.

Monday morning, we departed Buffalo Wyoming and went to Pompey's Pillar.  It was about thirty miles out of the way, but when you are talking almost 6,000 miles, 30 miles seems insignificant. The pillar is a sandstone tower with a flattened top, not unlike many similar mesas in the western United States.  However, it's unusual height makes it the most visible landmark for miles.  Because of it's unusual shape, the American Indians referred to it as "the place of the mountain lion," Evidently to some it resembles a sleeping cougar.  Explorers used the landmark for navigation along the Yellowstone river. When Lewis and Clark were on the return portion of their journey, they made a decision to divide their party into two groups. One group took all the horses and made their way overland while Clark stayed on the river.  The Native American female guide accompanying Lewis and Clark was Sacagawea.  She and her French Canadian  husband had a young son that Clark had nick-named "Pomp."   When Clark's canoes reached the tower, he decided to name it in honor of the young lad, hence, Pompey's Pillar. It is located on a beautiful portion of the Yellowstone and seeing William Clark's name still etched in the stone is impressive for anyone having a sense of American history.

Back on the road again we resumed our journey to Flathead Lake and our rendevouz with Dave and Janine. A little east of Butte, Montana I hit the provebial wall. We  stopped for a bathroom break and water and for the first time in my memory I said "I am not sure I am going to be able to go on." I considered spending the night in Butte and pushing on the next day but instead we opted to only drive for one hour each and then to rotate.  The speed limit in Montana is 75 MPH and so naturally we drove a bit over 80, the additional speed seem to take a toll in having to concentrate harder and having to be more alert. The damned antelope are everywhere.  Reluctantly, I got back into the car. Finally, after four days and 2,752 miles, at 8:15 PM we pulled into our final stop, the rental property in Finley Point, Montana on Flathead Lake.