West Yellowstone that is. This actually means that I'm heading further east. Today I left Missoula, a night after another softball game with Harry Carey's All-Stars and Charlie B's company. I swerved off of the freeway as soon possible looking for the back roads and a slower pace. I managed to find high winds and a sweet thunderous storm the likes I haven't seen in while. In all my time over the last two years that I have spent in Oregon, I have heard thunder only twice.
After a four and half hours of driving, Tischer and I stopped on the north shore of Hebgen Lake. The lake is formed by a dam on the Madison River, which I drove next to for miles while coming through the valleys from Ennis, MT. We swam and stretched our legs. West was only another 20 minutes or so and I was feeling my excitement to see more good friends Josh and Jamie.
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