I began the day in the drooping goatee of Montana, the southernmost region that borders Yellowstone. Brisk again—that’s the norm for the mountains. I can probably use my car as a refrigerator overnight. I set out northwest, following the Madison river. Over fifty years ago, an earthquake shifted the river’s course and created a new lake, drowning parts of the forest, the road, and twenty people. The trees, still rooted to the riverbed, stick out like elongated tombstones.
Today was a long, ten-hours-in-the-car day. I drove from West Yellowstone to the capital city of Helena, stopping for lunch and trombone equipment, then continued north all the way up to the town of Browning in the Blackfeet Reservation. This part of Montana is called Big Sky, and I can see why: more than anywhere else so far, it looms, casting beautiful wreaths of blue and pink along the mountain ranges.
To pass the time, I listened to plenty of music and some podcasts. A new favorite is Triviality, which features questions that pull from my generation’s knowledge base (still plenty of history, but no obscure 1970s film questions). The highlight today, inspired by “That’s Life”, was a category called Puppet, Pirate, or Poet. Play along at home: how many can you get?
- José Gaspar
- Floyd Pepper
- John Drinkwater
- Sara Teasdale
- Lionel Wafer
- Pugsey Hurley
- Siegfried Sassoon
- Abelardo Montoya
- Asad “Booyah” Abdulahi
- Horatio the Elephant