Today I did well over 300 miles (maybe six hours) of driving through almost NOTHING, and I mean NOTHING … but prairie… I drove through maybe three ‘gas station towns’ (ones that seem to consist of little else), saw very little traffic, and for miles and miles ….. NOT EVEN COWS!!! It’s one of those things that is definitely worth doing, ONCE… (would be better in an RV)
Today after spending two hours driving around the southern part of Theodore Roosevelt national Park, I made the decision that I’m was not going to go to Yellowstone Park, as I had been planning todo, because there just wasn’t time for it. It would have meant staying on Interstate 94 (which for the most part goes west) as it looped a few hundred miles south/west (away from Canada, with a 2 night pit stop just south of Billings at Yellowstone). I would then have stayed on I 90/94 (the two join again up at Billings, MT –they also overlap in the Chicago area, so I could have easily taken the more direct I90, if my goal was Yellowstone) until I got to Butte MT, where I would take Interstate 15 north (hence staying on major highways the whole way).
While driving around however I realized I just didn’t have time to do it all, as my rental in Canada, which was already paid for, started June 1, whether I was there or not — and my trip so far, with all the pit stops, which is the only reason TO do a road-trip, was taking way too long. Also, having not scheduled in any rest days, I was starting to get a bit road fatigued after five straight days of driving. Also, my thinking was that if I spent the two days in Yellowstone I wouldn’t be able to spend any real time in Glacier National Park, nor at Banff… but would have to do a forced drive to British Columbia (and how likely was it that I would ever pass by Glacier National Park again?).
What came to mind was highway 200; the night before, while looking at a map, I had noticed that there was a different, and far more direct path from Roosevelt Nation Park to Glacier National Park, via MT highway 200 (which I later learned the state advertises as scenic, but that bloggers describe as lonesome), but had ignored it as I was still intent on going to Yellowstone. But now, realizing I was simply running out of time (I had not planned on spending most of two days in the Badlands), and made the decision. I contacted the Airbnb owner I had talking to and apologized (I had not known for sure what day I would arrive, so I had been telling her I would book once I knew for sure when I’d be there, but hadn’t actually made the commitment), reset my mapping software for Great Falls, MT (the next major city along that route, after 200 and 87 merge), and hit the road.
Let’s just say, I am a very stupid, naïve city girl. I looked at the map and I saw that there was not much of interest between the National Park and Great Falls Montana, and I say to myself “Okay. It’s no big deal I’ll drive and if I get tired I’ll stop somewhere along the way.” HA HA HA HA…. Oh, an dn
These two pictures were taken at 2:42pm outside of Lindsay, MT, a town that is maybe 4 blocks square, and consists of a post office, a gas station — if you can call it that — and maybe four houses (no seriously, zoom into the map)
Then my bladder started to scream… and I came across the ONLY rest stop along the route, which was initially completely deserted, but I had to go! So I park the car, and with images of “gee, this would be a great place to hang out if you’re a rapist or an serial killer” I creeped into the building, looking around nervously, and checking the bathroom for occupants before quickly going in and locking the door… and then I left, also worried about who might be waiting for me as I exited… When I left the building there was one other car parked there, with what seemed to be two local teens meeting up for a toke… we nodded at each other and I pretty much dove into my car… me, neurotic, NAH
I have to say though… the country I had been driving through from the national park to here had been gorgeous. A lot of it is flat, but occasionally you dip into ravines that are gorgeous… For most of the way you are completely alone as far as the eye can see (which is pretty far), flying along at 80 mph (which is the MT speed limit, because really, who are you going to hit?) down a road with so many dips and hills that it’s a bit like being on a roller coaster.
About three hours later, 5:05pm, and I had just passed at the glittering metropolis of Sand Springs, Montana which consists of…. I kid you not, just a post office (no really, look at the map)
And then at around 6:11pm I saw something really exciting outside of , it’s May 25th, it’s almost June, and I see snow on mountains!!! (Now that I’m looking at maps, I think I was just west of Lewiston, MT and looking at a mountain called “Old Baldy”)
Shortly thereafter, after I had driven for about six hours straight and was bleery eyed as hell, I started to reenter something approaching civilization (Lewiston, MT), i.e., I could get internet again and fill the tank up.
For the last six hours there was no Wi-Fi (ARGH!), there was no cell phone… there were no people … There weren’t even a lot of cows
After I got to blogging about this, I found this YouTube video made by a trucker which gives you a sense of it, only he was driving west of Great Falls, MT, and I was going west towards Great Falls… but honestly, not all that different.