Shoo fly don't bother us!

After a night in the safety and comfort of a noisy Bozeman Campground, we head up to Lindburgh Lake for our first 'free camp' in the USA.

Mike gets the fire going to scare away the bears at Lake Lindburgh.

July the 4th is upon us and we manage to miss the shortest July the 4th parade in the country. We miss it by a minute or two but as it was only ten minutes long, over two very short blocks, two minutes was quite late. Oh well, we manage to get some photos of some over dressed and too-much-make-up- wearing cowgirls, 'girls' not quite being an apt description, there are some things women of a certain age shouldn't wear, before heading on.

The end of the 4th July parade!

We'd heard rave reviews of Glacier National Park (I know, I know, there are so many national parks in the USA) and after another stop for a Huckleberry milkshake we head off on the 'Going to the sun' Road. First on the sight seeing list is in the glacier lake which is suprisingly warm and very clear. Despite the families frollicking on the shoreline, we can't help ourselves and strip down to our underwear to join them. After basking in the sun, we eventually drag ourselves away to continue along one of the most spectacularly scenic roads of the enitre trip, big call but it was simply stunning.

Stunning view, shame I'm in the way.

Our last night in the USA is spent shooing weird flies off us in a campsite just south of the border. Bring on Canada.