Little Bighorn National Monument

On our way to Spokane, my husband noticed that we drove right by the Little Bighorn National Monument, so on our way back through Montana (which is a LARGE state, by the way), he decided that we needed to stop there. Never mind that we got a horrid night's sleep the night before, that we'd been on the road for 7 hours already (as I said, Montana is HUGE) and that we still had about four hours left to go before we got to where we were going for the night. We stopped and paid our $10 to the Park Service to see the graves:

More graves:

And Native American Art:

The girls wondered why...

and were actually kind of glad to get back to the car.

(For the record: both Russell and I thought it was "interesting" and "educational". The girls did like the gift shop.)