Last night I had a nice break from my week of roadside camping. These guys had heard about me through the local grapevine, and already knew who I was when I came a-knockin'. They were very generous hosts, offering me hot meals, a much-needed shower, and a bed in their camper (where I watched an old Rush concert on VHS while falling asleep).

From left to right: Martha, Brandon (holding Dixie), Tom, Tobia

While not as popular as its alcoholic counterparts on the Montana roadside, Mountain Dew still makes its presence felt. The can you see pictured is the most bizarre store-brand version I've seen: Mountain Maze. It doesn't sound refreshing; it just sounds confusing.