Their website: creationtruth.org. Hmm...
Kristin Carter is currently working on an article about this museum. Kristin, can you post a link here when you're finished?
Katy and Kelly saw me at the grocery store in Glendive and recognized me from a news story. They were visiting their parents, who conveniently live just off the road I'd be walking, and they invited me over for the evening. After some pizza, beer, s'mores, and Scotch, I decided to declare last night my official July 4th celebration!
Left to right: Gary, Kelly, Katy, Maureen
And a cattle guard to keep livestock out (or maybe in!)
A fairly typical spot for this part of the state
If installing on the left side of the road, make sure the "L" is upright. If installing on the right side, make sure the "R" is upright.
It's clearly the beer of choice for local litterers, but there is a particularly absurd number of Bud Light cans (and bottles) lining the eastbound side of Route 200 east of Jordan.
Thanks to the lovely ladies at the cafe in Jordan for the complimentary veggie sub they packed me for the road.
You take those two flags out of the holder and place them in the slots on the back of the diamond sign, which you would presumably unfold. But what sort of event would call for such steps to be taken?
There's quite a bit of it growing in the pavement cracks around here. If I had been harvesting as I walked, I could have had a slice of bread by now.
In fact, there is no US Route 200. I took this photo on Montana Highway 200, the longest state highway in the nation.
Or so this rest area is called by locals, who say it "sticks up like a gob of manure on a pitchfork", according to one woman. I don't think it lives up to its name*, though. It definitely seems out of place in such a desolate area, but it's really not much larger than an average Interstate rest area. It does have individual bathrooms (four for each sex), which allow for more privacy than one would expect at a rest area, but, on the other hand, it doesn't have any vending machines. And it was running on a backup generator when I was there, so the water fountains weren't even working. All in all, an underwhelming experience.
* Speaking of its name, I thought of three other possibilities: Taj Mahead, Taj Mahole, and Taj Mastall.
