In the western part of the state where we live is all mountains and in Billings, there are majestic plateaus.
In May, there are rolling green hills. My wife thinks they look like velvet.
I probably won't be going back that way for a while simply because hitting another deer is not my idea of a good time, and Billings reminded me too much of California big cities, but it really was a great drive.
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