I was driving to Billings once, and saw a sign on the interstate - Battle of Little Big Horn. So I pulled off thinking that it would be a long way off, stopped shortly at a small store and asked them about it. “Oh, it just over there.” I was astonished. So I went to the battlefield, open prairie, very hilly, with lots of tombstones. The snowflakes were as big as golf balls, and the wind cut through my clothes like a knife. I stayed only minutes. Couldn’t help thinking, if only I had visited as a teenager.
Like you, I was driving by...on a work trip. I had passed it on the way out to Washington, and decided to stop on the way back. I love visiting historical sites.
Earlier in the day, I had a meeting with a potential client, so I was wearing a skirt suit and high heels. I hiked up the trail in those high heels...to the great amusement of the park rangers. About 3/4 of of the way up to the best viewing site, I saw the signs warning about rattlesnakes. Figured I probably wouldn’t outrun a snake, but might be able to spike it with my shoes....lol.