antelope, antelope, deer, deer, wheat fields. Oh, look! What is that?
Oh. Farm machinery. Cows, cows, hay bales, hay bales.
We hitch our wagon to the WalMart in Havre for the night. The store
clerk says it gets to 40 below here.
In the morning, we drive into town for coffee. We find some California
dreaming instead: The Arctic Hamburger joint sits right next to the
Maui Nites Casino.
Seems like a few others are looking for something a little different,
too.
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Going through Montana I found myself singing Home on the Range--must have been all those deer and antelope. :)
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