Big Sky Country
We left Sheridan Wyoming before dawn. There was a good bit of snow and we slid all the way to the gas station to fill ‘er up. The little gas station guy was pushing some hot donuts, and saying that this was the most snow they have had this winter.
We slid our way through Montana, and a bit of Idaho. We saw some beautiful scenery, and I even dragged mom – kicking and screaming – to the Montana State Prison. It was the original territory prison, and they had it preserved and had a self guided tour. As a side note… it was attached to a car museum – we did not go to that part. Did I mention it was 12 degrees? Did I mention it was an outdoor self guided tour? Mom started whining as soon as we got out of the car. She did not even know it was an outdoor tour. After we paid our $6 a piece to go in, we went through some huge wooden doors and stepped out into the 12 degree and very windy outdoors. That is when mom got her bitch on. I dragged her halfway through before I gave in and we turned back. We then went in to peruse the souvenirs, and she begrudgingly let me take some photos of her with a prisoner. I found the whole thing hysterical… mom did not. Needless to say she complained about how I made her catch her death at the Montana State Prison. I think I will be hearing about it for a long time to come!
We got into Idaho, and it was like we had landed on a different planet. We motored through. We tried to stay in Core d’Alene Idaho, but all of the hotels we checked were scary, so we ended in up spending the night in Spokane Valley Washington. It was a “nice” urban vomit of Spokane. We stayed in a Oxford Suites. They thought I was too trashy to stay there, so they gave us the worst room in the place. The fridge did not work, and there was a HORRIBLE thumping noise all night – from the heating unit on the roof. Of course the worst was when I took a shower and the water turned scalding. I tried to turn it down and I fell in the shower. Mom thought I had broken something, but I just bruised myself bad and severely twisted my ankle. I swelled up and hurt like hell. Let me say, it was fun driving on it.
Montana was by far the most gorgeous place we had been, and I even enjoyed the state prison.
We slid our way through Montana, and a bit of Idaho. We saw some beautiful scenery, and I even dragged mom – kicking and screaming – to the Montana State Prison. It was the original territory prison, and they had it preserved and had a self guided tour. As a side note… it was attached to a car museum – we did not go to that part. Did I mention it was 12 degrees? Did I mention it was an outdoor self guided tour? Mom started whining as soon as we got out of the car. She did not even know it was an outdoor tour. After we paid our $6 a piece to go in, we went through some huge wooden doors and stepped out into the 12 degree and very windy outdoors. That is when mom got her bitch on. I dragged her halfway through before I gave in and we turned back. We then went in to peruse the souvenirs, and she begrudgingly let me take some photos of her with a prisoner. I found the whole thing hysterical… mom did not. Needless to say she complained about how I made her catch her death at the Montana State Prison. I think I will be hearing about it for a long time to come!
We got into Idaho, and it was like we had landed on a different planet. We motored through. We tried to stay in Core d’Alene Idaho, but all of the hotels we checked were scary, so we ended in up spending the night in Spokane Valley Washington. It was a “nice” urban vomit of Spokane. We stayed in a Oxford Suites. They thought I was too trashy to stay there, so they gave us the worst room in the place. The fridge did not work, and there was a HORRIBLE thumping noise all night – from the heating unit on the roof. Of course the worst was when I took a shower and the water turned scalding. I tried to turn it down and I fell in the shower. Mom thought I had broken something, but I just bruised myself bad and severely twisted my ankle. I swelled up and hurt like hell. Let me say, it was fun driving on it.
Montana was by far the most gorgeous place we had been, and I even enjoyed the state prison.
posted by Jill at 7:05 PM
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