North to the High Line from Billings Montana

Good Evening ZigZags, Well, we had a freshly prepared breakfast, made to order, at the motel in Billings. Real silverware, too! I checked out where to get Rt 87 north and the man how directed me asked first where we were headed. Told him Glacier by way of Havre. He said Glacier is here indicating the hypotenuse of the triangle, but you know us--never go the shortest route or the way a crow flies. I said yup, I know but we're going this way--indicating the legs and the angle between them. He neither shook his head nor changed expression, just said okay. Take exit such and such follow Main Street go up to the Heights past the Mentra and take a left. The heights--lol well, it is a plateau above the petroleum plants I suppose. And we did take a left toward Roundup but it was one left too soon so we toured a lovely Billings residential area whose main drag and a double yellow line but just seemed a bit TOO rural. So, another U-ee and the right left turn, if you know what I mean, and we were off. I think you can see from the pictures that both the weather and topography is very changeable. We left Billings at 48 degrees and arrived in Havre in a 52 degree heat wave. I think I'd better dig out the sneaks and bag the sandals for awhile and maybe a sweater would be a good idea too. As you can see once we got on the right road there was no getting lost--straight as far as the eye can see. We changed route numbers about four times along the way to Rt 2, the High Line, but other than making the right choice at the intersection there was no real navigation necessary. Barb remembered reading an entry in some guys journal at the Andy Devine Museum in Kingman. He was on a stage headed West and the roads, such as they were or not, were so long and boring he said an Indian attack would almost be a welcome diversion from the monotony. We don't feel quite that way, since we love the colors and textures of fields, mountains and skies and find them more amazing each time they change, but a curve in the road might have been nice. True to form, when we passed through Chinook I saw the road to the Nez Perce Bear Claws Battlefield I'd spied on the map. So we took and and since it runs parallel, sort of, to the road that came through the Rez, Rt 16, we zigged back in a southerly direction half the distance we'd come north on 16. Naturally, unless we wanted to continue back down to the Missouri and the ferry which would lead us to several gravel roads, none of which were going our way, we had to come back to 2 the same way. So after zigging we zagged. Got to the motel at one of the earliest arrivals of our trip so far and will soon devil some eggs we got at this mornings motel and eat them with half ham sandwiches on pita bread and spicy V-8 to wash them down. A couple of olives on the side and then a delicious cranberry scone for dessert--also gotten at the motel. We've only eaten out once so far --back in Deadwood. Barb thinks the picture of the white horses and the paint rolling before them should be the picture of the day--I opted for the long road--I think I'll add the horses, too. By the way, this is the same Rte 2 that we followed across Wisconsin and Minnesota before dropping way South to South Dakota. It is called the High Line here because it is the Northernmost East-West Highway in Montana. We were traveling south of Saskatchewan and are now just south of Alberta. Hope you've enjoyed today's geography and meteorology. Sally once lived for three years just East of here on the High Line but we came in west of the towns in which she lived and our nephew was born so did not get to see her exact old stomping grounds. lol So, for now, since we got an early stopping point, I'm going to devil some eggs and read my book. Amy, haven't picked it up in days!!! Take care, all BarbZig and KatZag