- corners, and
However, once you get far down the Bitterroot towards Missoula the volume of traffic, much of it conducted slowly by cocks, increases dramatically while the Scenery gives way to an ugly series of ribbon developments with accompanying traffic lights, lower speed limits and other trappings of civilisation.
The booze-o-drome here in Whitefish doesn't like my Plastic, though as it's been used for at least four other things today, I'm hoping it's them rather than me. And teh Intarwebs was b0rked. And it never got warm enough to take my fleece off. On the good side, the pizza place was playing Neil Young.
Thought for the day: This room is provided with a pen and paper. So what kind of a cockwomble tears the page out of the phone book instead of writing down the address?