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.)
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Wow. I didn't know such a thing existed. Good for you for getting out of the car :)
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