June 25th. On our way our of Montana I had to lament that I may never again see the sheer volume of horses that just lie on their side and lounge in the sun. I had always thought that a horse lying down was a sign of distress, but here in Montana the horses think differently. Whole herds on their sides, sometimes rolling on their backs like a Labrador in tall grass, kicking up their hooves playfully. It is an amazing site, and I never got a picture. We rode over 300 miles and barely made it into North Dakota. Montana is almost 700 miles across, just massive. In the very last section of Montana we would occasionally see street signs hanging over an intersection that simply said, "Canada" with an arrow pointing left. We thought at the first one when we first saw it that it was the name of the road to the left but we realized that it was simply pointing to Canada, as in "do you want to go to Canada?, then turn this way." Now, if we can just make it out of North Dakota without encountering a tornado, everything will be fine.
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