Saturday, August 28, 2010

More road photos

This is somewhere between Montana, Wyoming and South Dakota. It's hard to remember exactly.This is the one rogue gut of the bird that didn't clear my pop top and just wouldn't come off my windshield. The whole affair was gross, but this one stubborn wriggler had me squealing.

Battle of Little Big Horn

I'll spare the history rehash. Though the endless graves and the reason why they're there is very sobering. I took a lot more photos than these- dead plants and deader people are really photogenic!

Road Photos

Yes, these are all photos I took while driving. I was actually trying to take a picture when I passed a road sign that said "Arrive alive; don't text and drive". I would like to say that there is rarely a good place to pull over and have a photo shoot when I take driving pics (esp. when going 60+ mph), also that I slow down and swerve minimally when doing so.Somewhere on I-90 in Montana.Towing Orgy.

On the way to Billings.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

The 3 B's suck butt!!

This photo is funny if you pronounce Butte as "butt". The only nice person I met was a cute old man who asked if I was lost. Everyone else was high on meth. Butte's only attribute is the plethora of old brick buildings and lovely surrounding scenery. Do bypass it.Bozeman was yuppied out, and it was the only place that honked and yelled at me when I'm obviously lost with out-of-state plates. It was lacking in appealing architecture. But there were these creepy baby-toting bears!
I also stayed the night in Billings. I didn't take any photos. The woman I stayed with was absolutely wonderful, beyond anything I expected. She was certainly an anomaly. I decided to go out for a beer since when am I ever going to be in Billings again? I was surrounded by methed out maniacs, drunks, and whores. They followed me. Solicited me for services. One guy was alcohol poisoned on the corner- it was 11pm on a Tuesday. If you love meth and the sound of sirens, go to Billings!

Deer Lodge

This is Deer Lodge, the old Montana Prison. They wanted 9$ to go inside, so I didn't. I don't think I missed much. I asked the cutest little old lady to take this photo of a jailbird me and my stoney faced warden. (No, I did not crop any of this photo off- this is all it said) I'm not sure I understand it, except that Meth rocks Montana's world.

Look! They have a Wally's too! (but it was closed)