July 4th though the 6th
Dodson, Glasgow, and Wolf Point, Montana
North-Central Montana moving east no longer has the mountains to maintain one’s interest. We left the mountains back awhile ago, but after 1,000 miles of them that was okay. New problems crop up when faced with the new agricultural terrain though and the mind gets to wandering.
Upon coming into Blaine County, Montana we had been and will be riding for a few hundred miles paralleling a rail line they call the High-Line because of the crossing it makes this far north.
I noted an awful lot of seagulls in the area and watched their behavior quite carefully, concluding that these birds were most definitely eating road-kill and might actually be hunting gophers and prarie dogs.
Carniverous seagulls. Blaine County, Montana. The High-Line railroad.
Blaine the Train?
I half expected Roland Gilead to come into view on the horizon.
In Memory of Warmer Summers 
Probably the same rail line that goes through Glacier National Park. Any Baakan Oil Trains in sight?
I always remember Glascow as the place where my brother was stationed in the Air Force and hitchhiked home for Christmas one year all the way to Portland. I still tease him about waiting until we had shipped all his presents to the base prior to Christmas because he wouldn’t get leave to come home. Joke was on us. We all went out and bought more presents at the last minute so he wasn’t forgotten. Typical 21 year old.
Keep safe!
Lynn Chiotti in Oregon