Hannah, Montana
One thing that was very consistent over the travels through the parries, both Canada and USA, is the bugs. Like living raindrops they wet the windshield in a downpour at 140km/h.
As the day grew long, and we drove into the Montana sunset, the bug guts on the windshield were all the colors of the rainbow. Vivid cherry reds, lime greens, and lemon yellows of bugs that once were.

