Medicine Hat to Wolf Point

Medicine Hat to Wolf Point, MT - 347 miles. Trans Canada Highway (1), to 42 south. Most Desolate Highway - no habitation for 134 km., except for prairie dogs, antelope, and a lone coyote. Crossed into USA at Wild Horse, MT. Took route 2 east from Havre, good road, route 2. Local guy told us that the Sherman Inn is the best hotel in Wolf Point. We checked in for $53. Wolf Point is on the Fort Peck Indian Reservation. Yeah. So we found a divey looking bar downtown; dirty dogs scrounged in the alley out back, and we went in. A few men sat at the bar, but along the wall, a couple of tables pushed together, sat a group, probably Native, who looked like they’d been drinking for quite a while. The biggest and loudest dude of the group immediately expressed his love for my Cowskull Harley Davidson shirt, that I’d bought in Alberta. He offered to “trade” shirts…he wanted to give me his sweaty, beer stained polo shirt…no thanks, dude. Then he put his arm around the girl sitting next to him, cute, but equally drunk, and offered to trade my shirt for his “sister.” Me and Rose, on this Reservation, were probably outnumbered eight to one with the Indians, and four to one with the cowboys. No thanks, dude. His sister, protested his offering, and his attention was diverted, at least momentarily, away from my shirt. Rose and I took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink, at just about the same time that a tough looking Native woman entered by the back door, and walked through the bar, making eye contact with everyone, and giving everyone the finger, before walking out the front door.

Wolf Point to Grand Forks, ND - 437 miles. Route 2 east into North Dakota. Central Time Zone, lost an hour. Plains and more plains, all route 2.

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