There are places that fill our memories. This hill is one of my places. I am looking down on my maternal grandparent's house. It's the house beside the highway in the lower center of the frame with two open garage doors. Before becoming an adult I often climbed this hill. Once going all the way to the top and once almost stepping on a sluggish rattlesnake in the cool morning shade. The house still exists. It's now hidden by trees and has been remodeled. The greater geological contours of the river valley are mostly unchanged and baring the construction of dams or massive eruptions of nearby Yellowstone the valley will passively endure.