Day 1
possible titles for this trip-- part 1: ridin' the pink highway, ask and ye shall receive
misread signs: goat-lick park as goat-licking park
the entry:
The day started off well. Tracy picked me up from at 7 like we agreed so that we could go and have the axle boot repaired. Then we went to the Capt’s house to load the spare tires and rearrange the load to Tracy’s likin’ (she’s better at it than I). We quickly stopped at Aspen’s where I got my shiny graduation present. It was a very pretty Inara pillow. Thank you Aspen.
We left Bozeman at about 11:45. My map came in handy after Great Falls where Tracy’s memory got a little fuzzy due to the fact that we went a different route. I was able to navigate and I didn’t get us lost!
As we drove it became clear that taking highways was a good idea. It was a smart choice as we avoided the interstate ails. High speeds, no cops, few (if any) other cars, and enough farms, homes, and small towns to make us feel comfortable. The highways were in good condition. We only hit two construction sites and they were small.
We noticed some cool things on the way. The first was that much of the highway was pink. It varied from light pink, to grey pink, to a blackish pink– not read, pink.
Then we noticed that a lot of the area is, or was, volcanic. The area around the highway had these lovely conical hills and rimrocks. There were also these bodies of water which were suspiciously clear, ponds, and rivers lined with limestone. There were also patched of limestone which had clearly bubbled up from underneath. It was really cool.
On one of the rimrocks there were the three crosses of the crucifixion. I suspect an allusion to Calvary Hill.
Tracy also decided she liked the way we commemorate car accident deaths on the highways. The small, subtle, and unostentatious crosses are nice but don’t distract the driver. I believe I once saw one that was a Star of David. Hmm... time for thought.
I wish I could say Browning was not as bad as its rep. It leaves a lot to be desired. There were wrecked cars dumped off to the side of main street. Paranoid and rather angry looking Native Americans were glaring at us. Not horrible, but not comfy. We didn’t stop.
East Glacier was... unimpressive. Some cabins, a micro-grocery, and some sort of diner.
We drove past W. Glacier (ye gods the cost) and stayed at the KOA. We also mocked the KOA name spelling, K for Camp, and went onto a tangent involving pronouncing it with a German accent– "Kampfground!" I suggested changing ground to grund which I don’t think means ground in German but it certainly sounds it.
I then informed her that "kampf" means struggle in German and thus the word meant struggle ground or battle ground. This is rather accurate as the word camp has changed in meaning from "war camp" to "leave it all behind and roast smores" (Tracy quote).
Then we laughed at ourselves for our lit-erliness and creating a mock etymology and history of linguistic shift for a faux word.
That’s all for the day.
Oh and we happily squashed skeeters and wore eau-de-bugspray (another Tracy quote).
misread signs: goat-lick park as goat-licking park
the entry:
The day started off well. Tracy picked me up from at 7 like we agreed so that we could go and have the axle boot repaired. Then we went to the Capt’s house to load the spare tires and rearrange the load to Tracy’s likin’ (she’s better at it than I). We quickly stopped at Aspen’s where I got my shiny graduation present. It was a very pretty Inara pillow. Thank you Aspen.
We left Bozeman at about 11:45. My map came in handy after Great Falls where Tracy’s memory got a little fuzzy due to the fact that we went a different route. I was able to navigate and I didn’t get us lost!
As we drove it became clear that taking highways was a good idea. It was a smart choice as we avoided the interstate ails. High speeds, no cops, few (if any) other cars, and enough farms, homes, and small towns to make us feel comfortable. The highways were in good condition. We only hit two construction sites and they were small.
We noticed some cool things on the way. The first was that much of the highway was pink. It varied from light pink, to grey pink, to a blackish pink– not read, pink.
Then we noticed that a lot of the area is, or was, volcanic. The area around the highway had these lovely conical hills and rimrocks. There were also these bodies of water which were suspiciously clear, ponds, and rivers lined with limestone. There were also patched of limestone which had clearly bubbled up from underneath. It was really cool.
On one of the rimrocks there were the three crosses of the crucifixion. I suspect an allusion to Calvary Hill.
Tracy also decided she liked the way we commemorate car accident deaths on the highways. The small, subtle, and unostentatious crosses are nice but don’t distract the driver. I believe I once saw one that was a Star of David. Hmm... time for thought.
I wish I could say Browning was not as bad as its rep. It leaves a lot to be desired. There were wrecked cars dumped off to the side of main street. Paranoid and rather angry looking Native Americans were glaring at us. Not horrible, but not comfy. We didn’t stop.
East Glacier was... unimpressive. Some cabins, a micro-grocery, and some sort of diner.
We drove past W. Glacier (ye gods the cost) and stayed at the KOA. We also mocked the KOA name spelling, K for Camp, and went onto a tangent involving pronouncing it with a German accent– "Kampfground!" I suggested changing ground to grund which I don’t think means ground in German but it certainly sounds it.
I then informed her that "kampf" means struggle in German and thus the word meant struggle ground or battle ground. This is rather accurate as the word camp has changed in meaning from "war camp" to "leave it all behind and roast smores" (Tracy quote).
Then we laughed at ourselves for our lit-erliness and creating a mock etymology and history of linguistic shift for a faux word.
That’s all for the day.
Oh and we happily squashed skeeters and wore eau-de-bugspray (another Tracy quote).
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