The End

The next night we were supposed to go camping again at a National Park near Bozeman, Montana, but my father finally broke down and let us stay in a hotel, because there was another thoroughly nasty front rolling through.

Bozeman is exactly like the town I live in.

It's a college town, extremely liberal, and has lots of funky stores. Nasty, I just said funky.

Anyway, there was this cute little jewelry store in the downtown area, run by a cute little old man and his son. It was populated by lots of blown glass, two cats, and a dog.

One cat had three legs and the other had a third of a tail.

I got a cool necklace.

I bought a bunch of books and then we ate.

And then we drove home. 18 hours.

The End.