I’m grumpy, tired and cynical. My stomach hurts because I just ate a disgusting A&W burger, which I dipped in creamy buttery spread that I thought was just strangely textured mayonnaise. Gross. For some reason I think that JMO would find this really comical. I don’t know why. Sorry JMO, creamy buttery spread is reminding me of you right now. It’s 22:22 MT, and we’ve been driving since 08:30 PST. I don’t feel like setting up my tent tonight so hopefully our friend in Bozeman will just let us couch surf.
Phew, I’m glad that moment of sassiness has past, it is now 22:28. David Grisman Bluegrass Experience can do wonders for foul moods, just a little travel tip for ya. I must remain positive, thanks David.
We stopped at this random pull off in Montana. I have to admit if I hadn’t been with Theresa, I would have been nervous for my safety. It was a big empty saloon looking shithole. There were a few sketchy characters getting drinks, an arcade, and large gift store with baby outfits with slogans like “all mommy wanted was a backrub” on them. As T was getting the car, I found a sign with the US map on it and people had signed it with a sharpie. I decided it was something I wanted to do. This led to a conversation with the owner of the fine establishment. He said we had just missed out on the annual Testicle Festival. Darnit. Apparently, 70,000 people showed up this year to have some good ole All-American redneck fun. Maybe next year…
In addition to planking across America, we are also spreading the Emma Caroling Jane (ECJ) love. We placed their first sticker in Mt. Hood. Ladies, I’m spreadin’ the love.
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