Well, O's cough wasn't getting any better, so, reluctantly, we cancelled plans to see two dear friends in Bozeman and O's sister Jovita in Missoula. We were very disappointed, but it was clearly the right decision, especially since O can't talk for very long without triggering a coughing attack.
Mr. Google said the drive home from Billings should take about 10 hours, and we decided to go for it. We've done longer drives, after all.
We opted for the more scenic route through West Yellowstone (a mere 3 minutes longer the the route through Craters of the Moon).
The skies were dark gray over the green hills of Montana, and it rained off and on as we meandered through the mountainous Gallatin Gateway.
It was a lovely day to be driving, especially when the sun peeked through the clouds.
We've only ever driven through eastern Montana in the fall, so we were expecting an endless landscape of brown grass, but instead everything was a vivid green.
Even the hills around Boise were roused from their perpetual brown and gray to put forth a thin verdant veneer.
Also green were the tall weeds that have thrived in an unusually wet Boise spring. We have much work to do to get our yard back in shape.
Our garden patch has yielded a bumper crop of dandelions. Last year, many of our vegetables reseeded themselves. Not this year; it's all weeds.
But the lettuces have made a comeback, so at least we're good for salads.
And that's it for this trip. We're thinking about Chiapas in the fall.
But for now, we've got yard work to attend to.
P.
