I gave you the short end of the story yesterday. I was at Joel and Melissa’s in Big Sandy, MT and I was anxious to catch up and spend time with them while I had the chance. Here’s what you missed –
I drove through North Dakota on I-94 and was so impressed with what I saw! I feel like North Dakota – much like it’s southern counterpart – gets such a bad reputation. The fields of sunflowers were in bloom and it was not at all flat like I expected. As I neared the Montana border, I found myself in the midst of Theodore Roosevelt National Park, a park that I’ll admit I’d never even heard of before. I pulled over briefly to see the badlands and then had to not gawk as much as I would have liked while I drove onward.
Once in Montana, I was incredibly impressed again. The beauty of the open sky and winding hills in the eastern part of the state was breathtaking. That sound hokey, I know, but it was gorgeous. Give me a rancher husband and I think I might move there in an instant. [More on that to come.] I stopped oh-so-briefly in Lindsay, Montana. Lindsay! Spelled correctly! I pulled over onto a gravel road just to stretch my legs and maybe attempt a photo of myself by myself in front of the city sign. That photo never happened because instead I got visitors.
I had parked in front of this building and it turns out, it’s the place to be in Lindsay, Montana. Great lunch. A red truck came rolling down the gravel road and towards where I had parked, just across the street from this questionable building. The driver of the truck rolled down his window and this is what happened:
Driver: They open yet?
Me: What’s that?
Driver: (points) They open yet? We just came down to see if they were serving lunch. Best lunch around. (something about a combine and this played into the timing)
Me: Oh, I’m not sure. I just stopped to stretch my legs.
Driver: Where you headed?
Me: Alaska.
Driver: Oh wow.
[We continue to chat about the route I’m taking and the passenger – a cute boy in farming clothes, probably around 25 – pipes in about his friends who drove to Alaska. They wish me luck and on they go.]
It was oh for cute. It kinda made my afternoon.
In conclusion, both North Dakota and Montana are bee-u-tiful [in the summer].
there's no place like gnome. 
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