A left-handed compliment
We’ve been trying to walk every day since the weather broke.
We’ve walked every day this month, and today we walked a total of 4.5 miles.
I had to do something, my fat ass creeped up to 260 again
Fortunately we found a dog park, off an improved walking path, in which to park
The first time we walked this path we parked in a shopping center at one end. Evidently the shopping Centre doesn’t appreciate that and issued me a $55.00 ticket.
Not a real citation, one from the company that manages the parking. I could get towed or booted if I park on one of their properties again, if I don’t pay.
Yeah…
Right…
They don’t make a ‘Denver Boot’ that big, and you’d need a tractor trailer to tow the Dude. Not that I’ll use any of your lots again purposely.
Yesterday, as we returned to dog park from our walk, I hit the men’s room.
On my way back to the where the truck was parked, I walked by a group of 7-8 city or county maintenance men. Thier white work trucks with the seal, backed in, parked in a row. They appeared to be just finishing the loading up of tools and were bullshiting, when one noticed me.
He turned to the other gentleman and said
“That’s what I’m going to look like when I get ‘old’!”
I must be getting soft.
There was a time when I would have quipped
“Who you calling old motherfucker?!?”
“Waiting for Sunrise”
We saw a road sign here on I-90 in Montana.
“Vehicles towing or over 29,000 lbs must have chains October 1 - May 1”
That means if we are to come out here prior to May 1, we need to come by a southern route.
Most of the day yesterday, we drove in heavy snowfall.
Nothing accumulating on the ground, although it built up on the front of my truck, which was covered with ice.
Not a lot of fun.
Picture; Lake McDonald, Glacier NP Montana
“Ensconsed in”
Cardwell MT.
Not much here, a proverbial wide spot in the road.
We are 19 miles west of ‘Three Forks’. Which is located at the ‘Head waters’ of the Mighty Missouri. It’s called three forks because the Jefferson, the Madison, and Gallatin rivers combine together to make the Missouri River.
Lewis and Clark followed the Jefferson River.
We had supper at a local steakhouse, located about two miles from our campsite. It was surprisingly busy for a Sunday, in the middle of nowhere.
Pictures:
1. The view from our campsite.
2. A pretty little valley next to the restaurant where we supped. A bend of The Jefferson River can be seen with cattle grazing on the other side. It’s a narrow valley, where Lewis and Clark camped and traveled through on their journey west.
“Ensconsed in”
Hardin Montana.
We are in another ‘Loves’ RV spot. This one is an actual campground.
We drove by ‘The Little Bighorn’ battlefield. It’s about 25 miles east of us. It’s off of US 85 on the Crow reservation. We’ve been there before.
Tomorrow we head to Caldwell MT, our last stop prior getting to our Summer quarters, which we will get to Monday.
Picture: big sky country