We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Those hills --like the hills around the Little Bighorn --don't seem to've been formed by aeolian or riverine erosion of softer overlayments --wonder if they're glacial moraines? Think i'll Bing it later --
Custer - looking country always reminds me of that stupid joke going around (southwest Louisiana at least) back in high school, "what were Custer's last words?" The answer, you'd say in a slow, astonished voice, "Look...at all...them f**king indians!"
It became a catch phrase for the rolling-up-sleeves part of any task that your alligator mouth might have previously volunteered your mockingbird ass for.
I had the photographer, Vera Frost, send me an original of this woman on horseback, taken back in 2004, I think, as Montana show began to fall and she headed home. http://www.rangemagazine.com/features/winter-04/winter04_outontherange.shtml
whoever named it 'the big sky country' was a poet of the first order.
Many folks already know this, but pixels is cheap so here goes: that country actually spans north Texas (called 'llano estocado' there) all the way up into centyral/south Canada. The old saying around the south rim is that there's nothing between Amarillo and the north pole but a few barbed wire fences.
(note --if you are from Texas and have never heard that, skip the 'barbed wire' and read "bob war")