We left on our long drive back home late Saturday night. We only got about 3 hours out when the roads were slick and we got a little uneasy about driving. I had hoped to make it at least 5 hours before stopping for the night, but Michael suggested we stop in the next town. We made a slight detour and ended up in a little town called West Yellow Stone in Montana.
I was not happy to stop then because I knew it just meant an even longer drive for tomorrow, but when I woke up the next morning I was happy we had.
We were in the cutest little town ever! The snow on the sides of the road were up to the windows. And everything was up to its ears in winter. lol. People were riding everywhere on snowmobiles. It was so adorable and so fun. All the people there were nice, and the service was excellent. We instant fell in love with the place. I told Michael we should just abandon our lives and start over in this place.
I think we have a clear decision of where our next vacation will be too. Its so beautiful and rustic. I can't wait to go back!
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