My drive yesterday: most of Oregon, the shockingly beautiful Idaho panhandle (I know I know, I'm eating my words...) and Montana at night. I'm talking 3 hours of pitch black, just like the postcards that say "Montana at night" and are entirely black. I passed the Continental Divide, and what appeared to be extensive winding mountain roads, which would probably have been gorgeous were I able to see one inch beyond the side of the road. Good times.
Of course I got a late start on the 10+ hour drive since it involved tearing myself away from my Alaska bound other halves. Good thing my hotel was happy to leave the key for me in the mailbox. Gotta love Montana.
And damn PBS for not having commercials... I couldn't bring myself to turn off this excellent documentary (The Education of Shelby Knox) and go to bed. So another late start today. Eh, what's new.
Now, off to Yellowstone!