zzzzz....

Too tired.

Pittsburgh tomorrow.

Wisconsin drivers are terrible.

I saw a sign today that said "Rough Road Ahead"...

...it could have also read "Temporarily Entering Pennsylvania."

That may have sounded funnier this afternoon.

A little math:

RedBull+Caffiene Pills+loud music

__________________________________ = 13 hours of driving

windows down

For those of you living this trip vicariously through this blog, welcome to South Dakota.

Home of the Black Hills

...and dinosaurs.

Today's highlight: a visit to The Battle of Little Bighorn National Park, Montana.

The stone in the middle marks where Custer met his end.

He lost the battle, obviously. Yet he still gets a national forest named after him! It's like calling the Stanley Cup the Philadelphia Flyers Memorial...

...terrible segue into a solemn picture.

Click on any of the pictures in this blog to see a full scale version, my camera is pretty nifty.
I was talking on the phone today with someone who said they knew a lot about horses. My knowledge is so small, I don't even know how to take a picture of them.
I bought a camera tripod before I left Lancaster in June. I figured I might as well use it.

They call Montana "Big Sky" for a reason.

Finally, proof of Buicks trying to ruin my day.

Look at that! Noone ahead of you! Why are you in the left lane? Isn't it a little late in the day to be driving to breakfast?

Late to bed, early to rise. Hopefully making it to South Bend tomorrow. If Sean or Tenza ever read this blog, I'd tell them to relax.

Touchdown Jesus!

Big Sky

Tonight I find myself in Butte, Montana.

It almost feels like i haven't stopped driving since June. One very noticeable difference is the heat, and I wish now more than ever that Eileen had air conditioning.

Two pet peeves:

1) Buicks. (Not groundbreaking news). Engineered to always drive 10 mph below the posted speed limit.

2) People who play the lottery. I'm trying to pay for my gas here, can you decide which of your kid's birthdays to use as your "lucky" number a little quicker, please?

I never became used to the metric system, glad to see familiar phrases like "miles per hour".

Idaho and Montana are nicer to drive through than Washington state.

This sign gave me false hope:

...and yes, they use George Washington's head as the outline marking all state highways.

Apparently there is a ghost in my car, wouldn't let me get a clear shot, but Eileen passed 92,000.

At the border,

Later, gators!

The End Has No End

Well it's about time I hit the ole dusty trail...

Which means there will be a lot more of this in the coming days:

It's not so bad.

I've thoroughly enjoyed my time in Vancouver, and look forward to coming back. However, it's time to leave the beautiful scenery, perfect weather and great apartment adjacent to the hockey rink in order to....

Wait, why am I leaving?

So here's to the BrandonBlog v.2.0 or 3.0, I hope it's better than ever. Your comments are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!