Auē. Been ‘way too long since I’ve posted. And I can’t blame it all on Tour de Fleece, either. Because that started just a week ago. And I left everyone in Montana! Sheesh.
I’ll catch up with that, but in the meantime, here are my TdF collages for each day.
OMG. This is the cutest thing! The little girl let a pīpī into da hale!!
Love you, AFK! I bet this could’ve been you small kid time.
Since I’m still not feeling 100% good (this has been the cold/virus of the century. Two weeks already. Oh. Wait. I’m not even a century old yet (good ting, yeah?) K’den, virus of da past twenty years den. I can tell I’m getting better, but still stay congested lidat. Killfight dis. But I digress.
Anyway, pau hana, I just kicked back and re-read all the posts from Da Mystery Road Trip Revealed that I did back in 2009. All the way to Montana and back. Sometimes I crack myself up, reading what I wrote. I am so weird sometimes. But you know what? It made for fun reading. So I think I should be more weird on this trip. Oh wait. I was. I just haven’t been writing it so much. LOL.
I coulda sworn I wrote a blog post about these two, but I’ve searched everywhere and can’t find one. Even checked all my Word docs, PictureTrail, Photobucket… nothing. Very sad. I can write it again (good ting I get good memory, yeah?), but no can find a original photos I wen take. Continue reading
…as comfort food for all the coughing I’ve been doing lately.
Hui!
I’m gonna start of with a video this time. We’re driving makai, and those are the Sapphire Mountains to the left. We’re still east of Missoula.
One thing I keep forgetting to mention about Montana is that before we go I need to buy stock in lip balm. Because I use it like crazy when we’re there. I never realized how much drier it is there. Not a bad thing, just different. I always have lip balm with me, and in the Rocky Mountains I used it copiously;; my lips always felt chapped. I’m sure if we lived there my body would get used to it, but the difference between there and here was very noticeable.
One thing I wish I’d known then, when we were traveling along I-90, or maybe hurtling along would be a better description…because the speed limit was 75 mph…is that there was a frontage road that we could have driven on instead.
Mother’s Day has generally been a day of mixed emotions for me: It has represented sadness and regret at what I couldn’t have with my mother, and happiness at what I can have with my beloved daughters.
Ho, I wen forget to add da snow video from Bozeman! So try go back hea, scroll down, and watch da snow coming down and listen to da robin singing.
U stay back? K’den.
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