Blue skies and white knuckles

We are one week into our western odyssey and have survived with few mishaps and many memories.  We are headed from Buffalo, wyoming, to Cody. While I am enjoying the blue skies and white clouds, I am a bit unsure about crossing the Rockies in a 64 foot rig.  That sounds like a death wish not an adventure. Call me crazy.  

So until we make it to Cody later today I will sit quietly gripping tightly onto my seat and thinking happy thoughts.  

Gulp!

In happier travel news, we took a detour this morning into Montana to Little Bighorn battlefield national memorial. What a story.  It was well worth the hour drive to see it in person.  

Pictures tonight when we get to Cody.

If we survive!