Since our home has found a great new owner, Dad said it was time for us to find a new place to dwell. As you may remember, on previous Supervan adventures, we traveled through a town called Bozeman, Montana. Dad liked the open space; Mom said it would be a great place to write her novels...
I dunno. I just wasn't sure my parents would fit in to the Montana lifestyle -- they're so..."city," y'know?
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But we did it anyway. We are now officially Bozites!!! (is that even a word?) So when we're not soaking up the sun in Kona, you can find us in Bozeman––God's country.
Our drive from Los Angeles took 3 days. I rode with Dad in the Supervan and Mom drove separately in our truck. We arrived at our new home just as the sun dipped low above the mountains:
Everything about our new home seemed perfect.
When it was time for bed, Mom said that there would be squirrels for me to chase in the morning. I could frolic across the fields of green grass with the warmth of the sun shining brightly on my back.
Ahhh... I closed my eyes...
When I woke up the next morning, I couldn't believe what I saw. Everything was WHITE.
What the heck happened? I can't take a poop in that!
I gotta tell you, what a difference a day makes in this town!
