Big Timber River Valley Inn
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Yes… on the road again after spending a week in Billings while work was done on the truck again. We were 20 miles out of Cody on our way up through Billings headed for several ghost towns in southwest Montana, when the warning lights again came on letting me know the exhaust system problem had reoccurred. We pressed on. A few miles short of Billings I stopped at a roadside stand to buy some fresh corn and noticed they had a Ford truck. I asked where ...
... up most of the RV and took the car and went over this morning. Wow! It's unbelievable! What an amazing thing to see. There is a path that goes all around the base so we walked it. It's hard to walk and gawk at the same time! It is a very sacred place to the Native community and they hang prayer pouches and memorials from the trees. While we were taking pictures at the south side, we noticed climbers working their way up to the top. Then we almost walked into a deer that ...
... and more gorgeous scenery. Pronghorns were abundant, and hilltops adorned garlands of yellow Montana blanket flowers, formed in the fashion of haloes on the crests. Little patches of beautiful purple fringe flowers popped up now and then, easily spotted amid the light green grasses. Eventually the limestone turned to pavement and the town of Livingston came into view; we motored into a hippy-dippy sweet grass bar pretending to be a bookstore. Far beyond enough said about that, then ...
... into Bozeman for a daily outing. A few bookstores, the dreaded Wal-Mart, and the scenic drive to and fro will be what the day pivots around. Today, I'll take a walk around the campground yards; probably stop back by the riverside and watch the water eddy and gulch around a big rock I spotted. It makes an eery, guttural sound as it sucks water down the side of the rock to the hollows: THUNK!
Riverside. Nowhere that I came across is the cliff ...
... A new day, a new dawn: a new life. Yesterday - no matter how good or bad - has ebbed back into the inky blackness of the mind's ocean. What will transpire to form the day into angelic beauty, or demonic torment?
I saw the galactic swirl in the firmament last night while sitting too long straddled to the bench fishing, not catching. I can barely straighten my legs, they feel better bowed; reminds me of the punchline to a joke: Hark! what manner ...