LITTLE BIGHORN BATTLEFIELD - BILLINGS

I do love to drive on the open road. The only bad things about driving in the middle of nowhere are having to closely monitor your fuel gauge and closely monitor your bladder level.
The last thing to see on the trip was originally supposed to be on Sunday morning, but it got pushed back to Saturday afternoon.
It was Memorial Day weekend, so little flags were planted in the nearby cemetery. But it is in a national park, so maybe they are there all the time.
The large marker memorializing the men of the U.S. 7th Cavalry who lost the Battle of the Little Bighorn against the combined forces of the Arapaho, Lakota and Northern Cheyenne on June 25-26, 1876.
The markers are in the approximate locations where the men fell.
Please Mr. Custer, I don't want to go.
Aw, the poor horsies.
The view of Wooden Leg Hill from Last Stand Hill. On the other side of that hill a young Cheyenne warrior called Wooden Leg gathered along with other Lakota and Cheyenne warriors out of the view of the 7th Cavalry soldiers. After an exchange of fire, shots from the soldiers ceased and the Indians rushed up Last Stand Hill.
Last Stand Hill is the hill where Custer made his last stand. I mean, what else would it be, the last lemonade stand for miles?
This would have been the view of the Native American warriors, under the leadership of Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse, toward the hill and Custer's men.
This is an interesting marker. The red ones are supposed to be for Indians, but as I look up Wasicu Sapa or Black White Man I find a fellow called Isaiah Dorman. He was a black man who for a period of time lived with the Lakota and married a Sioux woman, but at the time of the battle was a part of Custer's group as an interpreter.
Finally completing the longest driving day of the trip, I needed something to eat. I didn't want to go back to the place I went the previous Saturday, so I opted for Ciao Mambo.
It is a chain of three Italian restaurants, but local to Montana.
God bless modern technology. I was sitting there eating my margherita pizza while watching the second half of the  Nashville SC v. Indy Eleven match on my phone.
Sunday morning and nothing to do but grab some breakfast and head to the airport. The hotel had a thing where guests got a free breakfast.
I went with the (giant) pancake, scrambled eggs and coffee.

So let's bid goodbye to Billings.
And to the Big Sky country.

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