There are lots of small towns along Highway 2 going across the north of Montana and we knew we were coming upon one because we could see a water tower and grain elevators. Of course we also knew it was a town because it wasn’t a wheat field. There are only these two things.
Running next to the road is always a railroad bed and it is highly used – at least at this time of year. New, modern grain elevators have been built on the edge of towns and sometimes between towns. There was a constant stream of trucks carrying grain from the fields to the elevators and very long (4-locomotive long) trains taking on and moving grain.
There is a beauty to seeing how humans find a way to use the land and develop technology to be productive. Every mile or so there is a small cluster of trees that indicated a homestead. There is a house and outbuildings, a garden and orchard. I could feel the pride of land and the strength of the people who live here. I wanted to give a knock on their back door and have a cup of coffee with them at their kitchen table, but they would be working and I would be interrupting.