The 7th US Cavalry Memorial on Last Stand Hill, at the Little Bighorn Battlefield National Monument in southeastern Montana. This is where the Battle of the Little Bighorn ended in 1876, when Custer and the last 40 or so of his men were cornered and killed.
It's such a bad picture because the battlefield is currently only open on weekends while they build a new visitor's center, so this is as close as we could get. I was disappointed not to be able to visit the battlefield, but it was hot and the trading post up the road was air-conditioned, so I managed to get over it.
Looking out over the dreary landscape in the opposite direction. The Little Bighorn river is behind the trees.
I haven't posted many pictures of the scenery yet. After the surprisingly beautiful prairies of North Dakota, the northern route that we took across Montana to Glacier National Park was a letdown: flat fields of grass, cattle, sad little towns, and mile after mile of railroad cars along the highway.
We stayed in Missoula last night and took a more southern route heading east to Little Bighorn today. This was a much prettier drive, with mountains and grass-covered hills behind the ranchland. But this is bleak.
