YukonMontanaTannerTrapper
Explorer
Riversdad.....I had something similar happen in my life several years ago. A disagreement of what is right and what is wrong ended a friendship that had lasted for decades. My best friend was without a doubt the best human being I've ever met.....that was indeed a painful loss. Tanner & I will continue to lay low and try to stay away from mankind as much as we possibly can. Heck, we've been doing that even before coronavirus reared its ugly head.....
One of the beauties of laying low in one spot for several weeks is that there seems to be more reading time available. I finally finished reading The Explorer authored by Frances Parkinson Keyes. This was a difficult read as it was written many years ago. It was interesting to say the least.....the story of adventure in the search for a lost Inca city takes place predominantly in Northern Virginia, the jungles of Peru, and also included a little of New England......
Our visits into Bozeman were fairly rare.....I first came here nearly two decades ago and the changes here are drastic.....and the changes are not so good.....
There are just too many people here and they continue to come by the hundreds.....and then the numbers turn into the thousands.....
I only saw one protester here.....and that's a good thing in my mind. Honestly I'm just tired of all the disfunction in our world.....and all the hate that goes with it. I just need a rest from it all.....
I find no solace in the church.....
The neighborhood market brings a brief respite from all the worlds turmoil.....nothing better to make a vegetarian smile than a stand full of organic vegetables.....
Old trucks are great too and they tend to put a smile on my face as well.....
.....especially the ones that make for great escape / adventure vehicles.....
I met a friend in town for coffee one evening.....it turned out that I wished I hadn't. It took ten days and $800, but we are now back to normal.....
I sure will miss my stickers.....they too tell a story.....
One of the beauties of laying low in one spot for several weeks is that there seems to be more reading time available. I finally finished reading The Explorer authored by Frances Parkinson Keyes. This was a difficult read as it was written many years ago. It was interesting to say the least.....the story of adventure in the search for a lost Inca city takes place predominantly in Northern Virginia, the jungles of Peru, and also included a little of New England......
Our visits into Bozeman were fairly rare.....I first came here nearly two decades ago and the changes here are drastic.....and the changes are not so good.....
There are just too many people here and they continue to come by the hundreds.....and then the numbers turn into the thousands.....
I only saw one protester here.....and that's a good thing in my mind. Honestly I'm just tired of all the disfunction in our world.....and all the hate that goes with it. I just need a rest from it all.....
I find no solace in the church.....
The neighborhood market brings a brief respite from all the worlds turmoil.....nothing better to make a vegetarian smile than a stand full of organic vegetables.....
Old trucks are great too and they tend to put a smile on my face as well.....
.....especially the ones that make for great escape / adventure vehicles.....
I met a friend in town for coffee one evening.....it turned out that I wished I hadn't. It took ten days and $800, but we are now back to normal.....
I sure will miss my stickers.....they too tell a story.....