Marc
Day 9: 6,608 miles, Great Falls, Montana
The New PicturePage Is Up! First off, sorry about the pop-up ad - I have no clue how to get rid of it. Any suggestions. After much rummaging and scrounging, I did end up finding a picture with Zach in it (I guess that's fortunate or unfortunate, depending on your side of the fence). Thanks to Pete for sending me those Halloween pictures months and months ago. I wonder who actually took them. It's also probably a good thing that we've got this template here on Blog*Spot, cause no one knows what I'd end putting across the top if I had total run of the place. Cheers.
Montana- If Mother Nature were a minimalist, she'd live up here. The towns are few and far between (watch the gas tank closely = once you hit 1/2-full, start looking for the next station, b/c it may be your last). The sky is HUGE (I've always heard people call it Big Sky Country, and I'm throttled by how correct they were). You can literally see forever. It's sad in a way, b/c most of us are accustomed to smog of some sort or another, so much so that when you find yourself transplanted out here, and you're able to see hills that are 40 to 50 miles off into the distance, it literally blows your mind. I drove for about four hours both today and yesterday. There was a small set of hills/mountains that I skirted around on both trips that I could see for most of both the drives (that whole sentence doesn't sound right to me). There is no trash off on the side of the road, another "true & at the same time shitty" aspect that we all overlook most of the time. Have you ever driven up and down I-55 in Illinois, and looked off to the side of the road? Take stock the next time you get the chance. Thousands of little, tiny pieces of trash (McDonald's bags, empty pop cans, kleenex, etc.) just stuck off in the ditches.
For the scant few words that've come out of my mouth over the past five days, I'm shocked at how little I have to say.
Day 9: 6,608 miles, Great Falls, Montana
The New PicturePage Is Up! First off, sorry about the pop-up ad - I have no clue how to get rid of it. Any suggestions. After much rummaging and scrounging, I did end up finding a picture with Zach in it (I guess that's fortunate or unfortunate, depending on your side of the fence). Thanks to Pete for sending me those Halloween pictures months and months ago. I wonder who actually took them. It's also probably a good thing that we've got this template here on Blog*Spot, cause no one knows what I'd end putting across the top if I had total run of the place. Cheers.
Montana- If Mother Nature were a minimalist, she'd live up here. The towns are few and far between (watch the gas tank closely = once you hit 1/2-full, start looking for the next station, b/c it may be your last). The sky is HUGE (I've always heard people call it Big Sky Country, and I'm throttled by how correct they were). You can literally see forever. It's sad in a way, b/c most of us are accustomed to smog of some sort or another, so much so that when you find yourself transplanted out here, and you're able to see hills that are 40 to 50 miles off into the distance, it literally blows your mind. I drove for about four hours both today and yesterday. There was a small set of hills/mountains that I skirted around on both trips that I could see for most of both the drives (that whole sentence doesn't sound right to me). There is no trash off on the side of the road, another "true & at the same time shitty" aspect that we all overlook most of the time. Have you ever driven up and down I-55 in Illinois, and looked off to the side of the road? Take stock the next time you get the chance. Thousands of little, tiny pieces of trash (McDonald's bags, empty pop cans, kleenex, etc.) just stuck off in the ditches.
For the scant few words that've come out of my mouth over the past five days, I'm shocked at how little I have to say.
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