Drinking a latte in Red Lodge, MT. I find the interwebs are pervasive these days. Even in the remotest of spots and with no laptop, it's quite easy to blog. Yellowstone (arrived yesterday afternoon) is so immense, so expansive, so interesting, so overwhelming, that I believe I will return to the area for a week after I drop A. off in Missoula Friday. I've fallen in love with Montana.This morning, A. and I got up early and drove Beartooth Highway, a sixty mile drive from Cooke City (where we are staying just outside Yellowstone) to Red Lodge, Montana. I have a driving guide written by photographers for Life Magazine who agreed with Charles Kurault that this short road that winds between Montana and Wyoming and spans the Continental Divide is among the best, if not the best, drives in North America. After having driven it myself, I say it's in my top two. It rivals in expansiveness and drama Big Sur and Highway 1. The views are forever, and I could feel my spirit lift just being here.
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