There is, of course, only one thing to do when standing atop the Continental Divide.
Thanks to these lovely folks for the pizza and beer. As you may notice in the picture, Budweiser-with-Clamato made an appearance as well. I figured it was finally time to try it. I'd rate it as "disgusting". Better than "revolting", but worse than "gross". I'm glad I tried it, though, because now I feel like I really belong here in Montana.
It's killing unfathomable numbers of trees all across the region.
Madan is my buddy from New York, but he grew up in Montana. I knew he was coming out to visit friends and family sometime soon, but I didn't know any other details. Then, all of sudden, he and his friend Callee showed up on a gravel road in the middle of the woods, bearing knishes from New York! They walked with me for a while, and we ate lunch together in St. Ignatius, where I had my first huckleberry product: a milkshake.