The laptop is fully charged, meaning I have about 40 minutes to type on the road. This is what I get for leaving it plugged in for days at a time, but hey, it’s nice to see a 100% when you get the chance. It’s why I buy juice.
92% now and we’re winding along highway 191 down to West Yellowstone. I’ve gotta say, this is all the inspiration I needed to get back on the horse (not literally of course, they’re all cows out here). We’ve been parallel with what are pretty much white water rapids for about a half hour, watching as fisherman wade waist deep while their lines bob and weave along the waves. We even saw one gent pull out a net and scoop a thrashing fish from the iey blue chaos.
I should also mention that we’ve had a lot of fun with the town Butte, Montana. Apparently it’s pronounced Bee-yute, but we’ve enjoyed butchering it to suit our jokes. We came up with mascots for Butte High, assuming there is such a place, to pass the time.
See: Munchers, Hole Surfers, Assailants, Pinchers (some type of crustacean will do),
I also can’t explain the nickname Big Sky Country from where we are. The sky is usually chopped off by huge mountains; they’re constantly battling one another for space. The mountains are winning.
I’m trying something new, asking Weis (driving) to say whatever he feels, to open up the flood gates of his heart, and I will do the service of turning them into prose.
Weis:
“Umm… haha… haha… don’t write down my laughs, those aren’t fun.
Okay. I’m feeling very cautious because the wind is beneath my wings. There’s a lot of green things. Green is a great color. The water is blue. It’s very very beautiful.”
He continued by singing the Timon & Pumba number from Lion King. I’m very lucky to accompany a man with this type of perspective.
He’s right though, there IS a lot of green things.
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