I'm pretty sure it was beautiful around us today, but all I remember are hills, pain, and sweat.
We got to Fort Benton and the Summer Festival was happening, so after we set up camp we went downtown to enjoy the festivities. Downtown we met Cousin Allen and Cousin Darryl (all of you from the country will know what I'm talking about) and they gave us a couple of beers. We stood and chatted for awhile until the conversation started going in circles because Cousin Darryl had drank so much he couldn't see straight.
So, we stole off to sit on a bridge over the tiny Missouri River and look out over Choteau Canyon. As dusk began to fall we had some fry bread, Amanda went to the street dance, and I found us a spot to watch the fireworks from.
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