Time for gas.  Next exit, Drummond.

I am partial to small Montana towns. Any chance I get to veer off the interstate and head down Main Street I take advantage of.

Look at what I found!

It used to be the post office, hence the safe. I bought a packet of needles, because I have a quilt in the back seat that needs its binding hemmed.  I don’t think I have a prayer of getting that little job done, but I’m often delusional (but you already knew that).

Thirsty?

Hungry for a mid-morning snack?

And then…back on the road.