I miss Missoula. And the boy.
I do like driving out West, for the scenery primarily, though the history is important to me as well.
And while walking through the tiny, empty town of Wall, South Dakota, I definitely saw a dusty old pickup truck, full of country boys wearing cowboy hats, drive by blaring gangsta rap. I lol'd.
Relaxing back at the hotel - I'm hoping these hours in the evening will lead to lots of knitting. So far, so good. Last night I got over one patten repeat completed...maybe 6 rows or so.
No comments:
Post a Comment