What are driving donuts, you might ask. “Driving donuts”, also known as “hiking donuts”, or breakfast of champions, are the little Hostess or Dolly Madison miniature, chocolate-covered, cake donuts that come a dozen to a box or countless to a bag. High in sugar, carbohydrates, and portability, they represent the ideal energy food for starting long hikes (or drives) – at least that is what I tell myself.
Stacey and I are visiting Montana for the first time. Just for the record, upon awakening we once again scraped frost from the picnic table and car. I must say, that as a never ever camper, Stacey has handled the cold and inconvenience with aplomb, and to begin mother’s day by scraping ice off the car and putting on gloves without complaint is pretty remarkable.
Anna and Andy York used to live across the way from us in Littleton when we first moved to Colorado several years ago. After a few moves, they ended up in Billings, Montana so we thought why not extend our trip up from the Black hills to visit?
Driving north through Hill City and Deadwood, we dallied in Deadwood to see if we could find Wild Bill Hickock’s grave. We found the cemetery, but not the grave. We also mosied around for some architectural and kitschatectural pictures.
Stacey and I are visiting Montana for the first time. Just for the record, upon awakening we once again scraped frost from the picnic table and car. I must say, that as a never ever camper, Stacey has handled the cold and inconvenience with aplomb, and to begin mother’s day by scraping ice off the car and putting on gloves without complaint is pretty remarkable.
Anna and Andy York used to live across the way from us in Littleton when we first moved to Colorado several years ago. After a few moves, they ended up in Billings, Montana so we thought why not extend our trip up from the Black hills to visit?
Driving north through Hill City and Deadwood, we dallied in Deadwood to see if we could find Wild Bill Hickock’s grave. We found the cemetery, but not the grave. We also mosied around for some architectural and kitschatectural pictures.
The plan was to meet Anna and Andy for dinner in Billings, allotting several hours for stops, largely concentrated at the Little Big Horn Monument. We decided to re-apportion our time allotment, and detoured to Devils Tower, several miles off the interstate. It was well worth the time. Growing out of the rolling hills of northwest Wyoming like a lone tree stump, it is easy to understand why the native Americans saw it as a sacred place.
Shortly after crossing into Montana, we stopped at the Little Big horn Monument, site of the infamous Custer’s Last Stand. A modest memorial and visitors center occupy the site. Especially poignant, are the small stone markers that mark the spots where soldiers fell, and the five mile drive and narrative panels that describe the battle for the visitor in time and real space. We should have alloted a half day here - 5 mile road chronicalling the battle. The history books can't convey the vast landscape. Truly a must-see.
A short drive to Billings later, we set camp, then headed over to Anna and Andy’s for a wonderful dinner with them, Anna’s mother and their two children.
2 comments:
I agree. I think Stacey is doing wonderfully well! :D Brava!
The Battlefield is looking good! I love it when it is lush and green.
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