I have a nice story about the Devil’s Tower. We were still on the road at night and we didn’t find any hostel. We just passed near the Devil’s Tower on 1 a.m. and eventually found an excellent ranch after having thought of sleeping in the car.
When we came back to Switzerland, everybody was excited about our picture of the Devil’s Tower at night... :-)
On top of the mountain it was snowing. Fortunately, we trudged forward and eventually descended out of the snow. I was really scared for about 20 minutes.
In Red Lodge, a police cruiser followed us through the town. I knew he was there. I was doing 33 MPH after seeing a sign for 35.
On the other side of town he pulled us over and gave me a ticket for speeding, saying it was 25. The wind blew his hat off and he bent down in front of the car to pick it up. My 8 year old daughter yelled, "Floor it dad." Apparently he didn't hear her.
I had read a story just before our trip about a guy whose drug defense was that the Red Lodge police planted cocaine during the search of the house. All of his witnesses swore he never touched the stuff. All I could think of was that I was going to do 10 years in a Montana prison.