(The Pass)
(View from the camptround)In the morning we went grocery shopping, and Cara was excited to find vegetarian non-sausage patties in the freezer section. When we brought them to the checkout line, the cashier looked at us helpfully and said “just so you know, they don’t have any meat in them.” Alan looked puzzled and said, “That’s why we bought them…” The cashier replied defensively “Well, everyone else who has bought them brought them back because they’re meatless.”
After restocking, we checked out the town. We spent a while in the bookstore, getting all the hot travel tips and local gossip. We checked out the museum combo pack, which meant admission to the prison (used from the 1870’s until 1979), the car museum (which has auctioned off a good part of the original collection to get out of some tax trouble), and the doll museum. Alan didn’t want to see the dolls, Cara didn’t want to see the cars, and neither of us wanted to see the prison, so we went to the free County museum instead, and saw a collection of cast iron cookware, guns from the 1750’s to 1950’s, and an extensive collection of salt-and-pepper shakers. Hey, it was free.
From there we went to the Grant Kohrs ranch, a historical site that’s been raising cattle since the 1860’s. From the signage we learned that the rich get richer and the poor get poorer, and the Grants and Kohrs were rich, with tens of millions of acres of grazing land and a herd almost as large. We did see their collection of carriages and buggies, the historical bunkhouses, and a cat that looked like Ollie. Alan’s favorite part was learning to lasso; Cara’s favorite part was petting the calf.
After going home and making dinner, we went to visit Wes, a jukebox friend of Alan’s dad. Wes collects and repairs jukeboxes and slot machines, so we got to see some neat members of his collection. He talked a bit about how he plays guitar (mostly 50’s and 60’s rock), and showed us his instruments. We told him about our instruments, and before you could blink we were jamming in his living room! After an hour a high school friend of his who happened to be in town stopped by, and we had a great evening listening to new and old Montana stories. Wes works in the print shop at the new prison, so he had some interesting stories to tell about that. He invited us back to play on Friday night.
After restocking, we checked out the town. We spent a while in the bookstore, getting all the hot travel tips and local gossip. We checked out the museum combo pack, which meant admission to the prison (used from the 1870’s until 1979), the car museum (which has auctioned off a good part of the original collection to get out of some tax trouble), and the doll museum. Alan didn’t want to see the dolls, Cara didn’t want to see the cars, and neither of us wanted to see the prison, so we went to the free County museum instead, and saw a collection of cast iron cookware, guns from the 1750’s to 1950’s, and an extensive collection of salt-and-pepper shakers. Hey, it was free.
From there we went to the Grant Kohrs ranch, a historical site that’s been raising cattle since the 1860’s. From the signage we learned that the rich get richer and the poor get poorer, and the Grants and Kohrs were rich, with tens of millions of acres of grazing land and a herd almost as large. We did see their collection of carriages and buggies, the historical bunkhouses, and a cat that looked like Ollie. Alan’s favorite part was learning to lasso; Cara’s favorite part was petting the calf.
After going home and making dinner, we went to visit Wes, a jukebox friend of Alan’s dad. Wes collects and repairs jukeboxes and slot machines, so we got to see some neat members of his collection. He talked a bit about how he plays guitar (mostly 50’s and 60’s rock), and showed us his instruments. We told him about our instruments, and before you could blink we were jamming in his living room! After an hour a high school friend of his who happened to be in town stopped by, and we had a great evening listening to new and old Montana stories. Wes works in the print shop at the new prison, so he had some interesting stories to tell about that. He invited us back to play on Friday night.
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