We are driving through Montana today, called Big Sky country.  Big Sky with miles and miles of open space, yet when we stop so I can relieve myself there's a small sand box with a fake fire hydrant.  I just don't understand.  

We are now in Sheridan, Wyoming, where--once again--I have what has become the new normal: my own queen size bed.

Here's another Big Sky stop. This one had a little more room.