Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Do you remember Yakov Smirnoff? His old saying “ Vat a Koun-tree?” Yup, it certainly is. This is living proof of that statement.

We left Livingston, Montana this morning and headed east. We wanted to make it into North Dakota, which we did about 3:00 this afternoon. What a day this has been.

Does anyone remember the old song Home On the Range? Well, I do declare that is what we have touring the west. Tom actually saw the antelope this morning. So the lyrics of: Home, home on the range, Where the deer and the antelope play, where seldom is heard a discouring word, and the sky's are not cloudy all day. That really is what we have here in the old west.

Remember when I told you all about the cowboy's and their herding the cattle down the road, well today we saw more cowboys on horses. I really had though that was a thing of the past, but in Montana and the Dakota's that is the norm.

When we were almost into Billings, Mt. We saw a sight on the side of Interstate 90 that I didn't know still existed and that was a covered wagon, brightly painted red being pulled by 4 horses. Yes, it was quite the sight, but more important it was a family of gypsy's in the wagon. Yes, it was traveling down the side of the interstate and yes we were truly surprised. Oh well, live and learn.

We have had such an incredible journey so far. We have traveled many miles and have quite a few to get us back home, but the journey has been worth it. We only regret when we see all the motorcycles along the road that we do not have our motorcycles with us.

But, we manage to talk with quite a few folks, and find out about their journeys across America on motorcycles. Just yesterday when gasing up we ran into a guy from Alaska (in the military) who rode to Sturgis (with his buddy) and was heading home. His buddy was getting transferred to North Carolina so he was headed home all by himself. Today I talked with a couple about motorcycle seats, and what made them comfortable. So, we are meeting many people and enjoying every minute of our trip.

Unfortunately today we did not get any photo's of our trip. Such a shame. I would have loved to have the photo of the gypsy's for you to see.

We arrive in Buffalo, S.D. and not any campsite for the next 120 miles. We ask in town and they tell us to use the little county park at the south end of town. The old parks have closed and no one has re-opened them. We thank them for their hospitally and head to the county park.

Carmen and Waldo say “See ya” soon.”