It was early evening but you would never have been able to tell. Days during July in Montana seems as if they go on forever, the sun setting around 10pm. I had been driving for a few hours, testing autopilot on mountain roads, letting the car take control through s curve after s curve. It never gets boring.
I pulled around the next corner surprised to see the horizon open up in front of me to reveal a town I imagine postcard makers dream of. A picturesque city nestled in a valley between copper mines, mountains and the last remaining plains to the east. Welcome to Butte MT.