I wrote earlier about stopping at a historical marker that told us the Lewis and Clark expedition had killed two Indians while camping nearby.
A mile further we came upon what
seemed like a contemporary memorial to the two who had died.
A descriptive sign had been pried off so that was our best guess.
Further down the road we were tempted to stay at a teepee motel.
The guy on the right asked us if we were Republicans and when we said , “No!”, they smiled and let us pass.
We drove on enamored by clouds.
Glacier Park, which had seemed too far north to visit on any previous journey, was now just an hour away.