With the bear spray handy, she looked left, right, and left again before jumping out of the Supervan with me. I wanted to take my time, but my mom hurried me along. Kinda takes the enjoyment out of it, y'know? I like to put a lot of thought into where I do my morning business.
My dad sat by the window and heckled at her, telling my mom that a bear and her cubs were approaching the Supervan. My mom called my dad a few choice names and we climbed back inside the Supervan for cover. My dad thinks he is a real comedian sometimes.
While my mom packed up the inside of the Supervan, my dad went outside to shave. After a few minutes, he opened the door to the Supervan and quickly jumped inside and shut the door. My mom said, "What's the matter??? What???" My dad told us that he heard something grunting from the road and he sounded serious this time. My mom grabbed the bear spray and we all turned to look toward the road-- then a guy rode by on a bycicle, huffing and puffing.
Hah! Gotcha Dad!
We finished packing up the Supervan and headed toward a park on the map since the Internet didn't work so well in the Gallatin Forest. The park turned out to be a cemetery.
We decided to take a walk through town before leaving Bozeman.
|Lewis and Clark? Weren't they squirrel hunters?|
Oh well, it was time to get back on the road and continue our own adventure. We headed northwest and drove through towns named Butte (haha), Anaconda (eek), and Crackerville (haha), Montana...
My dad pulled over at a rest stop so we could do a driver-switcheroo. My dad has been doing most of the driving and my mom suggested he take a nap in the back seat while she and I did the driving and navigating, respectively. Once I felt confident that she knew where to go, I went back to sleep in the front seat. Then I found out she took more photos that I didn't authorize for my blog... ugh.
We finally arrived at our destination: Beavertail Hill State Park in Clinton, Montana.
We didn't have a reservation but we got lucky finding an unreserved campsite.
My dad was happy because we had clear satellite access and my mom was happy because she had clear cell and Internet access. I was happy because I had squirrel access-- I saw one running up a tree when I looked out of my window as we drove in here.
Bring on the nature walks...