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... 250 BC and the newest, depicting flintlock rifles, were about 200 years old. The Indians who lived in the area believed that not only men had painted some of them, but also spirits painted some to send messages to the local tribes. The Crow word for the pictograph and ghost cave complex is “Alahpalaaxawaalaatuua” which translates to “where there is spirit writing”.
Monday I took the truck in and they did the ...
... even the town at the bottom of the hill!. Anyone planning a trip to the American Rockies would do better to go somewhere else...We also hear that Glacier and Waterton both have fires hapoening. We joked with the girl in the information place...she had a map of all the fires but they all stopped at the Canadian border! Like Canada didn't allow American fires into our country! Finally decided to stop for the day in a place we found last year. Big Timber in Montana. It's ...
... cared - to take in the beauty of a morning, before travelling. But now, each one offers a childlike joy that I wouldn't trade for anything a city could offer; here, time turns into space.
The plan was stuck to perfectly: we hit all four bookstores, Wal-Mart, gassed up and back in the RV by 1:00 pm. I've added another PKD to the growing library, along with two books on Lewis & Clark and a compilation of plays by Tom ...
... in the waves, then brilliant in the calms. It takes you away, without ever putting foot in.
As noon passed us by we decided to take a drive on East Boulder Road. Our original intention was to find a place where we could walk into the Creek, not really much more than that. But as adventures happen, it differed. Once we started down the road we came across an old school house being remodeled; quite the history to it: opened 1913 and survived ...
... forward to. Then again almost every time I write that we're going somewhere the next day, it never occurs. The crystal ball is fogged, nothing gets through. Even in the wee hours, if the gypsy speaks the future she lies; we'll just have to wait and see what tomorrow brings.
"Through this world of toil and snares,
if I falter, Lord, who cares?
Who with me my burdens shares?
None, but Thee dear Lord, none but Thee"
June 28-29, ...