Typical morning, minus Kelly of course. We slacked a little this morning, so we didn’t leave Minot until around 10:00am. Today, we’re hoping, is our last day of driving. As we drove today, the landscape became more and more open with fields. It started to look more and more like Alberta as we went. Large yellow fields of sunflowers passed us by as we drove through Berthold. At exactly 12:00pm, we entered into Montana. Montana would be the 23rd and last state we enter for the trip. To get to Calgary, we’re going to drive 3/4 of the way across it too, to Shelby, where we will turn North for the final time. Entering Montana also means entering into Mountain time, so 12:00pm is now 11:00am for us.
So much driving today. Chris and I drove in two hour intervals as the long, open road can play tricks on the eyes, and with nothing much to look at, getting sleeping is common. At 3:50pm in the afternoon we hit Havre, Montana where the temperature was 37 degrees (or 98 for you Americans). Now we’re talking. Right back into the heat as we were for so long before. The Gatorades were a great addition today. At 5:00pm, we hit the record temp of 38. I’m going to miss the heat during the day. Not at night, but during the day. Also, when we stopped at a rest area for a bathroom break, the same two trucks with RV campers pulled in right behind us. One of the ladies came over and we chatted for a bit. They had spent the night in Bagley and were on their way to Alaska. They said they were passing through Calgary on their way too. Who knows, maybe we’ll see them again.
There have been plenty of birds hanging out on the road today, some of which managed to just miss our zooming vehicle. But about 15 miles east of Shelby, Montana, we got a small surprise when we finally ended up hitting a small bird, smack on the windshield. The poor thing hit with a crack and got stuck under the left windshield wiper, it’s two tiny legs pointing skyward. I turned on the wiper in an attempt to clear it off, but that didn’t help. I ended up stopped just before Shelby to remove the small bird with the ice scraper. Poor thing. A sign that the end is here, I’m sure.
After hitting Shelby and then heading north, we finally came to Sweetgrass, Montana. We stopped into the duty-free shop before crossing to examine the cheap booze, but never ended up getting any as funding is at the all-time low for the trip. We cross the border from Montana into Couttes, Alberta, Canada where we drove off into the western sunset on the final stretch. We passed through Lethbridge where we grabbed some Subway for dinner and at exactly 10:00pm on Saturday, July 29th, we entered back into Calgary. Immediately the thought of the very day we left entered into my mind. The thoughts of when we left the city on our way to Banff, our eyes wide with anticipation, kept going through my head. I couldn’t believe it. It was really over. 59 days on the road, travelling over 12,000 miles through two countries with two great friends, was over. The trip may not have lasted a lifetime, but the memories sure will.
Someday I know I’ll do it again. Someday. But for now, it’s back to reality. Time to find a job. Time to find a place to live. Time to sort through the 1,700 photos Kelly and I took along the way. Time to… remember.





