Beaver Tail Hill State Park on the Fork River. It just doesn't get any better! Fish in the river. Wood in the pit. And fresh brewed coffee. A week ago I was waiting for my tie-downs welded. I am now in Montana, living a long time dream.

Right now I am sitting in the best bar ever! Old wood. Pool tables. Whiskey. Brandy. Sold. Can I buy this seat? Or just sit and type the love! I asked if they had Wi-FI and the bartender just looked at me and said ya, sign in as a guest. Easy as can be. I had a shower this morning, at the truck stop. Pure lux. The thing was tiled better than I've seen, in a while. I then proceeded to the local laundry mat, where I did my chores and was so grateful I swept the floor, while waiting for the dryer, to finish. Small town life. There is nothing better. Real people, simply getting by, doing the best they can.

Montana is the Amazing State, as far as I'm concerned. Beautiful scenery, salt of the earth people, wild places and animals. A glorious combination I really do love.

I didn't go through Yellowstone National Park. Too touristy. I stayed in yet another state park just outside, to the west. Cool nights with campfires and sunny days, to explore are pure bliss, in keasdom.

Next up Wyoming. I really want to see the state capital building and the restoration I've seen in the series Yellowstone. Camp on...