…is too slow to upload pictures.
We had a nice hike in Missoula.
We’re at a campground near Flathead Lake.
I’ve been offered a summer job- night shift at the gas-n-go! Free coffee I’m assuming.
Prospects for the lads, too! Minimum working age out here is 14, so O and A are overjoyed.
I’m gonna stop promising future posts. If I get the unlimited wireless package on my smart phone, or miraculously find decent wifi amid the endless shutdown, I’ll post pictures and commentary. People are a little more touchy around here than they were in the Bitterroot. We stopped along the road to admire a beautiful sunset at Flathead Lake. “HEY! WHO ARE YOU GUYS? WHATTYA DOIN’ DOWN THERE!” shouted a guy on a huge porch from his mansion on the bluff. We could only hear each other if we screamed.
“WE’RE JUST LOOKING AT THE SUNSET AND TAKING SOME PICTURES” (imagine beautiful picture here)
“WELL. WHO’S THAT GOING DOWN THE BANK?!”
“THAT’S MY SON. HE’S CHECKING OUT THE SHORELINE.” (crazy 14 yr. olds)
Long pause as Homer up on the bluff had to think a bit.
“WELL…YOU GUYS DON’T THROW ANY GARBAGE, N’KAY?!”
Then the greeter at the Wallmart. “ARE YOU GUYS GOING THROUGH THAT DOOR?!” (the exit door)
“No, we’re headed for the entrance.”
“‘CAUSE IT LOOKED LIKE YOU WERE GONNA GO THROUGH THE EXIT DOOR.”
“And then the SWAT team would have emerged?”
“YEAH! AND THEY ARE IN THAT DOOR RIGHT THERE!”
“What? Is there something in that door?”
“IF YOU CAN JOKE, SO CAN I!”
She had me there. Don’t mess with the Wallmart greeters; they’ll outwit you every time!