Woke up this morning in Theodore Roosevelt National Park. It's just east of the Montana-North Dakota border and a long drive from our last stopping point, the KOA in Spokane, WA. 825 miles to be exact. It was good to get some more miles under us as we've been slacking on the mileage for the last several days,ionly a few hundred at a time. Although fewer they've been good miles, full of twisty roads and beautiful views. But two days ago we turned the ship eastward, our time on the West Coast having drawn to a close. Time to move on.
We drove all the way through Idaho and Montana in one day. Not that I really wanted to do so, as they are two states that I really wanted to explore. But we're on a time budget, so we're trying to keep on track. Beautiful as I'd expected, it will likely be its own destination in the future. Maybe when I get my full pilot's license, as there seems to be way too much to explore by land.
We could have gone through North Dakota or South Dakota but we chose the Northerly option. Why? For a few reasons. First, Google Maps and Waze and my car's navigation all agreed that it would be the best route to Escanaba, our first Michigan waypoint. Second, I'm hoping that we can make it to Lake Vermillion in Minnesota, the site of my grandmother's cabin, where I spent many a summer vacation as a little kid. Third, we're trying to avoid the South Dakota curse. In Seattle, Maggie told us her tale of woe. She and Noah had done a similar road trip, making it all the way to South Dakota before the spousal tolerance began to wane. We're hoping to avoid a similar fate.
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