No, this is not a postcard. After I left Jim, Marie and Trisha (sad but again, excitement at the prospect of hitting the open road again) I took this on the side of Rt. 86 as I made my way from Glacier down to Bozeman, MT. This is what I’m talkin’ about, people! Beauty all over the West.
After more dry landscapes outside of East Glacier, coming into the Lewis and Clark National Forest with it’s lush, green landscapes was a welcome site. South of that, in the Gallatin Forest, there was more green. After taking a right from Rt. 89 onto 86 (one of those intuition turns), I cruised through some of the most scenic pastoral land I’ve seen yet. Reminded me of Vermont – a bounty of green, barns, cows, deer, mountains and gently curving roads. Paradise on a motorcycle. Only 25 miles north of Bozeman, this place could make a great home someday. Just sayin..
The scenery might have been that beautiful ’cause the heavens had just opened up on me 50 miles earlier and absolutely dumped on me. Not fun on a moto but do-able. As the rain cleared, and the sun peeked through the clouds, this area took on an almost magical quality. Blah blah.
Unfortunately, I was not done with the rain. Just as I got into Bozeman, it dumped again – even harder. The ‘waterproof’ jacket and pants I’ve been wearing for weeks started showing minor signs of failure – just as I found my way to my destination in the South of the city.
Zac Matthews, all around nice guy and 1/5 of Hot Buttered Rum, is another amazing person I met through my adventures at CLIF Bar. He encouraged me to get in touch with a friend of his, Fiona Buckley, in Bozeman. She’d just finished her residency in anaesthesiology in Salt Lake City and had just moved to Bozeman to begin the rest of her life. Realizing how much I’ve enjoyed these sorts of encounters in the past, it seemed like a great idea. It was. Thanks, Zac!
Fiona gave me refuge from the rain and welcomed me into her home (an amazing little old schoohouse). She and her boyfriend Aaron were incredible hosts. They invited me to sit down with them for an amazing meal (Pasta Putanesca..) and we sat around the table for what felt like hours talking about all sorts of interesting stuff.. Fiona, I think you need to get that sci-fi idea on paper. Genius.