Bloggin' America

George has been taking advantage of the no-speed-limit thing in Montana this whole trip. Legend has it, the cops won’t pull you over even if you’re soaring high beyond whatever the last marked limit was. George calls it the American Autobahn. I’m pretty sure it’s only in certain areas, but he has been speeding everywhere. We got to Billings from Bozeman in just over an hour and a half (Google Maps said it would take two hours and 14 minutes). Keep going...

Driving and driving. And looking and looking. I feel like I’m dying in this RV. Glenda has been teaching us stuff (or trying to). “American History? How could I learn any more than I could on this trip?” I demanded. Keep going...

The last thing I remember before falling asleep last night was Mom pleading with George. “Come on, honey, come to bed.” He just kept staring out the window toward the “Death Star” parked right next to us. Keep going...

“BUTT! BUTT! BUTT!” Ray repeated. Keep going...

I woke up to the sound of George and Mom arguing about whether or not to wake me up. “Just let her sleep,” I heard George say. Keep going...