Day 10

Montana adventure Day 10

Alan writes:

Mimi says:

Alan didn't even want to acknowledge today.  He hung up our jackets in the closet of the Hampton Inn on "Day 2" of our vacation... and about 1:00 a.m.... (this morning, "Day 10")... I happened to think about a phrase he had uttered when opening his suitcase earlier in the evening at our hotel in Missoula. Something about "everything falling to the bottom." I suddenly realized that his suitcase must be missing some rather large items since it started out holding everything he packed very neatly and very snuggly. So, after laying there for about 4 hours worrying about where we had left our clothing (since we've been in 5 or 6 different hotels at this point) I 'mentioned' it to Alan when he woke up at 5 a.m. We pondered the situation until we figured out where the abandoned articles would most likely be living and called the hotel in Helena. Sure enough...they were waiting patiently for us. And fortunately we had come full circle (Billings ~ Helena ~ Kalispell ~ Spokane Valley ~ Missoula) and Helena was only a 2 hour drive from where we were staying in Missoula. So we headed out to pick up our coats. Unfortunately, we didn't make it as far south as we could have driven on our trek toward Yellowstone today because there was a lot of construction (destruction) on the road we traveled (gravel, dusty & slow), so we stopped for the night in Bozeman, MT. We did find a neat little restaurant downtown where we had a great dinner and watched the Packers football game. Montana State University was close by and we drove by the campus ~ beautiful place ~ and down a few neighboring, tree-lined streets that were really pretty before arriving at our hotel. Still making progress... just not what the driver had planned for today.

Need to research the purpose of the giant grater in the field.

Pronghorn antelope

This is a very important part of our daily routine so that my pictures, taken from inside the car, will actually focus on what's outside of the car...past the bugs on the windshield.

Downtown Bozeman. We ate dinner at a little sports bar, and if I'd had the camera with me I would have taken a picture of a patron at the bar watching football...had a mohawk that was probably 7 inches high (don't know what hair product would be stiff enough to make it stay standing up so straight, but it was really cool. Looked like a Japanese fan spread out front to back on top of his head.