Fare thee well dear friends in Plains.

Seeing old friends can be a great joyful experience. Saying goodbye can be very hard. Very emotional inside.  I got up early Monday morning a d walked through downtown so I will remember it better as I get older. And I remembered my friends who have already passed away.  

Our camper in Plains. 

Old schoolhouse. 

Jack likes to select male eggplant for his morning frittata. 

His three best friends. Little known breed Pudelpointers.  From Germany. Considered by some to be the very best versatile hunting breed.  

Plains, Montana

Lots of memories in Plains. We visited our old home across from the pool.  A dental assistant lives there now. 

The dental office still has the same Pelton and Crane dental equipment I left there. 

Anthony had some nice tomatoes and squash for us. 

The town wading pool. 

The Hadley's still live next door with a beautiful garden. 

Custer's Last Stand the. On to Bozeman.

We took a detour to the battlefield memorial at the Little Big Horn. 

Sturgis! And on to Buffalo, Wyoming

Got an early start out of the KOA.  The KOA had a life giving latte for Ellen.  Lots of bikers everywhere.  

Almost immediately as we drove to Rapid  City we were hit with a series of thunderstorm cells.  Lots of lightning and at times heavy downpours of rain. 

All along the way were legions of bikers headed to Sturgis. Some paid no attention to the weather.  Just kept on biking.  Others (mostly on Hondas)  huddled up under overpasses waiting for the cells to pass over. 

We had a great breakfast in Sturgis and even managed to check out the fame FULL THROTTLE SALOON.  could not find a parking spot.  

Sturgis was indeed a sight to behold. I can see and feel the excitement.   Maybe one year Ellen and I can come on bikes. 

We noticed bikers coming from all over the country.  Many towed their bikes in fully enclosed toy haulers and trailers the broke out the bikes and rode them after getting closer to Sturgis. 

We gave ourselves a treat and "camped" at a fabulous Hampton Inn in Buffalo, Wyoming. No bugs. No skeeters.  Wonderfully clean bathrooms.  Then we "cooked"  just down the road at the Winchester Steak House. 

Great Day.  

Breakfast in Sturgis. 

Our "campground"  in Buffalo