There were two rather cool things I saw while driving. The first was a group of feral horses, which inspired me to buy a Montana horse shirt. The shirt shows the feral horses, galloping majestically across the plains. The horses I saw, though, were just drinking water from a stream. Not very exciting, but hey, at least I saw them! All the other horses I saw--and there were a lot of them--were your typical domesticated horses, in pens.
The second cool thing I saw while driving was a super-long train with over 100 (empty) coal cars. The train engineer blew his whistle when I bypassed him. Having a train blow its whistle at you is fun.
My stop in Montana was Billings, which was completely dead when I arrived. Apparently, everyone in town takes Sunday afternoons off; 90% of the places were closed. I could take pictures of government buildings and htings like that, but I couldn't actually go inside them.
Billings does not discriminate against people, when it comes to giving haircuts.
I had lunch at a place called Hooligan's, or something like that. It's a typical Irish-style pub, mixed with a sports bar. I ordered their signature burger, which was utterly fantastic. It's too bad that I wasn't also able to try their special Napoleon Dynamite meal:
Unexpectedly, the waitress and I made a real connection with each other. It's been years since I felt a romantic spark with a complete stranger like that. If I wasn't from another city, I probably would have asked for her name and number. Well, okay, maybe I wouldn't have been so straightforward, but I would have done something. But as it was, I just let her know that I was leaving town in a half hour, and she seemed disappointed to learn we'd never see each other again.
Make of that what you will. By now, I've already forgotten what she looks like. Anyway, after my meal, I drove east out of Montana.