Havre, Montana, a few weeks ago, a free breakfast for any pilot so that penciled out in my head to be cost effective! 12 hours of flying there and back, not direct by any means, lots of screwing around on the way, 3.2 GPH average mogas fuel burn once again so what the hell. I spent the night in Big Sandy (turns out it's not that big), splurging on a motel room a short bike ride from the strip. That night it really rock and rolled weather wise, so I felt like I got my money's worth, as my room didn't leak a drop and my gear was all dry the next morning.
There is nothing I like better then to decide I may need some car gas in another hour or three (I have well over an 8 hour duration, so usually have plenty of time, and I NEVER buy Av gas, not for 12 years now, not a drop) and then to start looking at my route ahead for the "right" kind of airstrip. This one, Dutton MT (maybe...) is about perfect, note the dirt strip at upper left, right next to town, like ALL airstrips should be.

This one, a different town, was even better. I landed to wait out a few squalls, and topped everything off while waiting them out.

There are a whole series of railroad trestles north of Lewistown MT., that I was alerted to about at the breakfast, by another sightseer type pilot, so I follwed the tracks and found them all, this being one of the best ones. I would have made for a better picture if a train was crossing, but no joy.

Then, for the second time this year, I had an "interesting" time getting through Raynolds Pass (spelling is correct, google earth it) though it is part of the Continental Divide, you wouldn't know it if not for the signs. About a mild a crossing as can be, right up there with Monida Pass, a big yawn usually. But this year it got my attention twice, first time making me land out and camp while it cleared. This time I was able to squeak through before it got too gnarly. Pic is from the Henry's Lake strip looking back at where I came from a few minutes before.

From there it was across Island Park and then the big drop down into the valley floor, usually this means I'm home free, though I still have 80 miles to go. This day, I found 25 to 32 mph direct headwinds and that meant a landing back at my place, a one way up hill 400' long strip, would have those for a tailwind, no thanks. I landed Blackfoot, 20 minutes from home, and called it a day, got a ride, and came back the next day for the plane, I'm not proud.