Driving Miss Breakfast

The third day of driving was pretty damn uneventful.

The highlight of the day was a decision to stop at a casino for a late breakfast and a much needed break.

I ordered steak and eggs, which shocked the Mrs. I am not a fan of steak and it is seldom that I order it, but at less that seven bucks for the meal I figured that I had nothing to loose. I often pay more than that for Huevos Rancheros, and there is no steak in that.

It was damn good, that breakfast. It got even better when we were undercharged.

That breakfast held us both well until we got to the park just six miles from the West entrance to Yellowstone National Park.

This RV Park is only open for a couple of more weeks. It is the end of the season and things are quiet and cool. The staff are busy little park beavers shutting everything down and putting things away for the winter. It’s like I died and went to Trollheaven.

This is my first time in Montana and I think it is beautiful.

Can I keep it?