Devil's Tower

We turned left off of I-94 as soon as we hit Montana and drove south through Baker.  I figured out where I rolled my S-10 in that freezing rain in December 1982.  But this time I got to finish that trip - in much better conditions.  We clipped the bottom right corner of Montana and headed into Wyoming, where we had a late lunch at Devil's Tower.  I wandered through the visitor's center and thought about walking around the base, but decided not to push my luck with D's patience.  We were back in the Fairfield Inn in Gillette that night, six days after I had stayed there going the other way.