1391.9 miles
We were going to cut across the Badlands of North Dakota to Theodore Roosevelt National Park today, but the weather is supposed to turn nasty on us, and we don't have good maps of that area, so we decided to catch our route again and head to Williston.
12 miles out of Sidney we left Montana behind, hopefully forever. That's not true. Everything West of Roger's pass was delightful and gorgeous. Eastern Montana, however, is dead to me.
We stopped at the Fort Buford historic site on the way. Fort Buford is the location where Sitting Bull finally surrendered to the United States Army. Amanda snuck in on half the tour and learned about half the lives of soldiers garrisoned at Fort Buford. I'm told they had a very impressive meat cutter. I went down to look at the confluence of the Missouri and Yellowstone Rivers. We were going to picnic at a site overlooking the confluence, but we walked into a cloud of hundreds of mosquitoes and had to high tail it out of there.
Unfortuanetly, the mosquitoes caught up with us in Williston. They were everywhere. In the stores. In the laundromat. On the Streets. In the campground you couldn't stand still without have 10 land on you and start biting.
We are happy to be in North Dakota, but if this is our welcome to the plains, it's going to be a tough ride home.
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