Tonight I'm in St. Ignatius, MT at what I believe may be the Bates
Motel. At the bottom of my motel is the Cowboy Coffee shop. I went
in there to ask where I get a room and the guy behind the counter
tells me to go to the door around the outside of the building. I do
this and the same guy meets me at the counter and gets me a room. He
talks really really slow, David Lynch-like, and after running my card
makes a joke about how his hand is stuck to the card. I had to yank
it out of his hand, then he accused me of having no sense of humor.
There is a bar across the street that calls to me but I'm afraid the
proprietor of my motel may frequent the place. Plus, a not very wise man
once told me that you shouldn't drink in bars on Indian reservations.
I am in the beautiful Flathead Valley. I went to the National Bison
range today where I saw all kinds of birds that I won't bore you with
the details of. I also saw lots of bison roaming the hillsides,
including babies nursing off their mom. I took a great hike to the
high point of the park where I had a 360 degree view with the Flathead
valley on one side, the lake in the distance, and Glacier National
Park in the other direction with its huge snowy peaks. Ok I gotta
go. I'm going to go have a huckleberry shake before the little diner
next door closes.
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