Sorry...Neither of you are U.S. Citizens! (Day 46)

After hours of going over rolling hills of southern Alberta, we finally got to the U.S. border to enter Montana.  I handed the Border Patrol our passports and he looked at Bill and I and said by looking at our passports...we were not U.S. citizens.  WHAT?  We had been threw the Canadian and U.S. borders numerous times the last two months and didn't have a problem!  The Border Patrol told us that we had not signed our passports and they were not valid until we signed them.  So we signed them.   I think this "patrol guy" has been sitting in his little "patrol hut" on the prairie too long and I had a feeling that he enjoyed seeing our reactions.  I'm sure... if we were going to try and cross the border with fake passports...we would "SIGN THEM!"  Glad to be "Back in the U.S.A.!"

The rolling hills of Alberta led into the rolling hills of Montana.  It has a beauty of its own; but we're sure going to miss those mountains!  I do enjoy letting my mind wonder, as we drive through these lands, and try to imagine what it was like crossing this country in a wagon and trying to make a life out here.  I like to take pictures of old run-down farms and wish I knew the story within its walls.  So here are a few things I saw along the way I thought looked interesting and unfortunately will be gone forever shortly. 

I think about how it took the early settlers months to cross these plains and Bill and I will have put one about 10,000 miles by the time we get home in less than 8 weeks!

 We have noticed quite a bit of flooding along Highway 2 in Montana.  I imagine we will see more as we head into North Dakota tomorrow. 

I always try to take pictures of anything that has the name Sherman.  We didn't stay at the Sherman Inn; but did find a nice campground that had wi-fi and it worked!  So I got my wi-fi high tonight and finished all the blogs I was missing in my travels.  We should be home in two or three days, which will be a happy; but somewhat sad end to our Alaskan travels.