I spent the entire day on the freeway and continued to make my way out of the Rockies. Now I'm in the foothills I guess you could say. No more big mountains, but lots of valleys and canyons. To me it's just beautiful. With the Yellowstone river winding through the valley with it's huge cottonwood trees, and green pastures full of hay and the sound of the sprinklers always click, click, clicking away. One thing I like to do while traveling is occasionally I'll close my eyes and take in a deep breath and just listen for a moment. Take in the smells and the sounds, and that becomes a memory of the area I am in. For example; when I was in Samoa I did this on a tiny dirt road in a village I was walking through, and I heard the sounds of rosters crowing, and chains saws buzzing while cutting down old dead trees, and the smell of bananas ripening a little too much on the trees filled the air. So now when I'm home, and a banana I have in the kitchen has gotten a little too ripe and I can smell it when I walk in the room, it reminds me of Samoa. My mental memory of Montana would be the sounds of sprinklers click, click, clicking and cackling of the Magpies, and smells of cows and the sweet, sweet fragrance of the Russian Olive trees. Kind of a fun and interesting way to remember a specific time and place in your life.
To get to Columbus I had the climb up a long hill while pushing BMW. It wasn't too bad, but I felt my Achilles acting up again. Bummer. I got into town around 2:30 and Heidi meet me to pick me up an take me back to her property outside of town. Her and her husband and son and daughter in-law and granddaughter all share a beautiful home on 22 acres.
We had trout with rice, mixed veggies, and some fruit for dinner. I did a little laundry and helped Heidi with her tomato problems. Haha, felt good to be able to help someone with plant problems again!