Today we missed our turnoff and ended up on Route 278 instead. What ended up a mistake lead to a journey to heaven on earth. Marlin said it was the best mistake he ever made. We wound through this valley that runs the length of the Bitter Root Mountains. It was breathtaking yet peaceful. At one point we saw five elk standing by the road. I didn't get the picture because there was a motorcycle running behind us. Jerry said it was the first time he had ever seen five elk standing together like that. We think they were waiting to cross the road. They still farm the old fashioned way. I captured this farmer with his dog following close behind.
At the end of this valley we went to the place where the Nez Perce Indians were massacred in their sleep. Lodgepole tipi's stand where the village stood those many years before.
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