6/21/08 - 15 Hours Later

Through the Canadian Rockies and into Idaho. We stopped at the border, and were searched. "Hey Jim, I need your nose," spouted an old squat woman. Jim was a man, they couldn't afford a dog, so they hired a man that looked like one. Jim stuck his nose in our trunk, knocked a few things onto the pavement, and gave the squat woman a shrug. We went on our way and into Montana.

Glacier National Park met us late at night, and we stole a campsite. The managers chewed us out in the morning, but were old and useless. We drove the wrong way on the one way road, played loud music, and got drunk, and heard about it each morning.

There is only one bowling alley in the area, shared by three towns, but each town knew where it was. We got there at three in the afternoon, picked up beer, and shotgunned three each behind the building. There were two other people bowling, 24 lanes, and a bar. We bought a few games and a few pitchers. We got loud, Tyler went crazy on an arcade machine, almost kicked it in, and were kicked out.

We cooked pasta in the afternoon sun, spilled, and burned our mouths. All the doors on our car were open, music blaring and things falling out all over the pavement. A car of two backwater girls pulled up and we asked them if they wanted to join the party. they didn't. Tyler got their numbers and we sat around, finishing our watery pasta, nursing our mouths.

Somehow we got back to our campsite, and fell asleep in a downpour.