Moments after we entered Montana a tumbleweed blew across the road.
Once I kicked a dry leaf and it sounded like a rattlesnake and freaked Trefor out. Even though I am far more terrified of rattlesnakes than he is. Also bears. And rattlebears.
An ant we were watching fell off its leaf and it was both amusing and sad.
We found a tree that, backlit in the night, looked like Pa Berenstain.
In Wall Drug I spent nearly thirty seconds puzzling over what a "sale knife" was for before realizing that they were knives that were on sale. On our way out of that part of the store the clerk teasingly slapped me on the back and pointed out where the door was.
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