06-02-2026 Tuesday, Glasgow, Montana to Shelby, Montana
Woke up to rain and horrible wind. The wind was horrible. We sank about three inches overnight. It was muddy all around Julie, and Barry was not happy having to do all the hoses in the rain. I don’t blame him. We were on the road by 10:00 AM, and Barry was happy to be leaving Shady Rest. It was going to be a four-hour trek today—one of the longest travel days on the trip. On our drive west on Highway 2, we passed beautiful fields of mustard plants that were in bloom. The yellow went on endlessly. Per Google, Montana leads the nation in mustard seed sales. I would have never guessed. The drive is through expansive fields of crops, and you can see as far as the horizon. All flat to rolling hills. I never thought of Montana as an agricultural state. Now and then, we would see herds of antelope scattered in the fields. Before we came to a town called Havre, we saw these metal figures on the hillside along the road. As we got closer, we realized they were metal dinosaurs, mounta...