I became fascinated with the great plains during this trip not ever getting enough of what the prairie has to offer. I will be going back. Here we were camped just a few miles south of the Little Big Horn battlefield in Montana. If you look at the far horizon just to the the right of the stand of trees is a bare hill with two little specks just visible on the summit. That is where Gen. George Custer and company met their fate on June 25, 1876.