Montana

I'm in Livingston Montana, in the shittiest hotel room I've EVER been in. Or, it may be that I'm in a relatively shitty hotel room and I'm more exhausted than I've been in a LONG time. The room smells like pee. The pets are very interested in one of the corners. This place is so awful, they don't even provide little bars of soap--just a dispenser of hand soap. The kind you find in elementary schools, rest stops and fast food restaurants. I'm paying $60 a night for this. The reason I'm here (besides the fact that I would have ended up as road kill if I'd stayed on the interstate any longer) Is because my trusty stand by--the Econolodge--is full up. No room at the Inn. Lucky me, I'm driving through po-dunk America during the height of Graduation Season.

I nearly died on the drive here. I've forgotten how Dark it gets once night falls out on the open range. I'm not a good night driver in the best of circumstances, and tonight it was extra dark and rainy. I thought I would have been able to make it to Butte (haha Butte) But. I. Couldn't.

In addition to being tired and miserable, it's COLD here. There's a light dusting of snow on the ground here in Montana. While driving through western South Dakota and Wyoming, I saw thick crusty remnants of snow drifts in the lee of every small hill. I had completely forgotten that winter often lasts into June around here. It's been an especially hard winter this year. I thought Scott would have to wait a while to experience snow. Guess Not.

So, in conclusion: HUMPH.