Sheridan, WY to Great Falls, MT
We woke up this morning to gray skies and strong winds. I feel like I'm in Patagonia again. The wind can get so strong that it can literally blow you off the road. The clerk at the front desk told us that a semi and RV were blown over last night on the exit ramp. That made us feel good.
After careful consideration, we decided to leave and take our chances. We prepared to be whipped around like puppets, but a few miles down the road the wind let up and it wasn't all that bad.
One year Norm and I entered a National Parks Tour contest put on by the Iron Butt Association. The contest consisted of visiting as many National Parks by motorcycle as we could in a year and get their stamp in our National Parks Passport book. I don't recall the number of Parks we visited, but it was a LOT! So, when we talked about stopping at "The Battle of the Greasy Grass" as the Indians called it, better known as Custer's Last Stand at the Little Bighorn National Monument, it was a given. It is one of the most famous battles in American history. It was a brutal attack by the US Army's 7th Cavalry on the Sioux and Cheyenne tribes in one of the Indians last armed efforts to preserve their way of life. It was sobering.
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