Big Timber River Valley Inn
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Our outing today consisted of a drive down West Boulder Road, and then touring a "bookstore" in Livingston, Montana. As we hit the road the mountains far off were only silhouetted lines in the sky; the closer ones resembled the hazy, muted coloring and style of the Paramount Pictures logo. I know Terrence Malick already made Days of Heaven, but the fields, hills and mountains around here could be the perfect setting for something similar. Malick is that one director whose movies I ...
... best I can to finish this entry as coherently as possible.
Kendall mentioned that you have to love a couple that goes to a few bookstores, the grocery store, gasses up and has to be around people for a couple of hours: a full, exhausting day. Could not agree more. She's already headed for the bedroom, while I retreat into a Philip K Dick book and the chill of air conditioning to calm the nerves.
July 1, 2015
... was the owner and said his wife had actually attended school there, but wouldn't issue the dates for fear of aging her. We took plenty of exterior shots, but didn't bother asking if we could take any inside; didn't see the reason to. After that we kept chugging along the road until we came to East Boulder Campground inside Gallatin National Forest. Desolate and wonderful, it gave us a chance to get to the waters. Breathtakingly cold; my lungs felt ...
... with flies all over them; same deal, except it's poor *******s from all over the world being bitten and bothered by an insect plague. It wouldn't have been that bad, had they not been biters; a painful, but beautiful experience. On one side of the bridge the waters allow you to see the rocks and soil beneath; the opposite is nearly solid rapids white-capping towards a hole in the earth. ...
... symbiotic with the unknown; to live in the skin of things past, while occupying the present and rolling towards the ghosts of the future.
Cloistered. Most houses behind the Montana state line are solitary sigils of humanity, tucked into the folds of hills every 20-40 miles. Another facet of northern states is the peculiar two seasons they have; one is winter, the other road work. And God almighty it's not winter.
Around an hour and a half left to go to ...