Thank you Montana for a safe place to pull over at the Welcome to Montana sign! And such friendly folk, too! Who would have expected a super smiley skinny old guy to come barreling out of the place to take our group shot? He reeked of liquor, but he and his dog were so happy to see us we were captivated. You should have seen it. He gave a fantastic first impression of Montana’s hospitality.
Then I wondered if perhaps he was from Idaho. We were precisely on the state line so I asked him, “Are you from Idaho or Montana?” He gave us a big grin and replied, “Well, I’m barefoot so that should tell you!” Hmmm. Clueless me. I said, “You know, I have no idea what that means.” He proudly announced he was from Montana…so now I guess we’ll have to take our shoes off? We declined his invitation to join him in the café and chuckled as he did a little dance behind his dog on his way back to the bar.
Here are the things I lost count of out in the middle of nowhere:
“Vote for Ron Paul” signs (dig it)
Taxidermy shops
Logging trucks
Consignment Shops (who brings their stuff here and who stops to shop?)
Osprey nests
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