It’s not a place to go without a detailed map and a full tank of gas. The nearest town is called Quietus and it’s been abandoned since the 1950’s. Same thing goes for most of the other nearby dots on the map. This road doesn’t see more than a handful of cars a day. But every one of them will wave and stop to help if you look lost or stuck. Each empty, long forgotten house I passed by made me wonder who lived there, but this one is my favorite. I’m sure whoever the resident was never tired of the view. On a high ridge top, it feels like you can see forever across the hills of southern Montana and northern Wyoming to Cloud Peak more than 60 miles away. On this afternoon the view was enhanced by a passing thunderstorm, the first lightning and thunder I've experienced in more than 8 months. None of the storms were even severe, but they still made for a dramatic sky.