A friend of mine who was originally from Bozeman had warned me several times on this trip: "Be careful when you get to Bozeman. You might just end up staying there." Naturally, I laughed at the cute-sy joke. Hmmm, perhaps I should learn my lesson and heed all advice by good friends. I stayed yet another day here. Dun dun DUNNNN!
After a late night of barn parties, midnight walks, and existential conversation I had falled asleep last night (this morning?) knowing that I would head out in the morning. It was a nice effort on my part. However, when I woke up, new buddy Dennis decided it would be a great idea to get some tea and hike up to the big "M" on the side of one of the mountains. The view was spectacular - the entire city layed out amidst the haze of the surrounding rock goliaths. And when I returned with him to Milton's place - Milt and I decided that the best possible solution to a gorgeous afternoon would be to play hairdresser (I'll let you all guess the status of my locks...) and then go float for several hours down the ridiculously scenic Madison River with "the crew." Popped tube, shivers, and several dirty jokes and beers later we all decided that a run to Norris Hot Springs was in order. Don't get me wrong: the float was awesome and only began to go really downhill for the last half hour of desperate tube fixing;) But the hot springs were a great way to relax from that obviously stressful afternoon of floating mindlessly through the mountain beauty;) Nighttime already!? I guess just one more night in Bozeman won't hurt...
... heed the words of caution! Tomorrow I'll see if I can keep these gypsy feet a-movin'.
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