A famous American writer getting freaky deaky with a State..

Wall Drug, South Dakota to Bozeman, Montana-

Soon after departing the Wall Drug Megacrap Store in South Dakota, we crossed over into Wyoming, and then Montana. This border crossing is probably comparable to the cross over from a flat chested girlfriend to a well-boobed girlfriend (with trees and rivers on her chest of course).

Montana is amazing. John Steinbeck said that of all the U.S. States, Montana was his favorite, admitting that he "had a love affair with Montana." While Keith and I didn't get as kinky as J. Steinbeck did with the state of Montana, we had a nice 7 hour drive through the rolling hills that eventually gave way to towering Mountain Ranges.

Now might be a good time to note that we WERE in fact listening to a book on TAPE of John Steinbeck. Meaning, my car lacked any discernable CD player, and we were driving cross country with only the accompaniment of a tape deck and FM radio. This was fine with me, as FM radio is my favorite form of Music (ie: the only form of music available to me because I don't own 1) a CD player. 2) CD's. 3) an Ipod. 4) a Computer anymore.. thanks to the asshole who smashed my window and stole my compaq inspiron. 5) a diskman. Basically, if it involves music. I don't own it.

Therefore, to pass time, Keith and I started playing games, practicing spanish or generally being immature. Probably the most productive thing we did during our long drive west was memorize the alphabet backwards, so in the unlikely event that we get pulled over by the police and are suspected of driving under the influence (This did NOT happen to Keith in Portland, Maine in May of 2003..), we will be able to whip off the reverse alphabet in no time, and leave the cop in a state of bewilderment at how fast we got to F, and how the final sequence of FEDCBA was pure speedy perfection.

We ended this day in Bozeman, Montana, which quickly became our favorite stop off point of the entire trip. We stayed at the house of another Aunt and Uncle pairing of mine, which was a pleasant upgrade from the Super 8 Motel's sandpaper sheets. That evening, Keith and I went to a local watering hole for some beers and food. The food was amazing, and more surprisingly, the bar was absolutely packed with people in their 20's, some of whom could even be classified as hot girls. Exhausted from the day, we ate our food, stared at the "hot" girls and then went back to my Uncles house and enjoyed a few more beers with Steve (my Uncle), while trying no pass out in mid-sentence.

Next Post: Bozeman to Jackson Hole, Wyoming.