We made it to Fishtail, MT -- turn right at the moose, left at the Cowboy Bar, over the dead raccoon and try and guess the pine tree where the driveway starts. It's a total miracle my car didn't die, the maintenance light flashing, bad gasoline, my general paranoia: all recipes for a dead vehicle. Anyway Fishtail is an oasis of good times and good food. My Uncle Burt had us work as sous chefs and made a delicious halibut curry. We drank red wine until the wee hours! I think I slept through the night for the first time in like 2 weeks! C'mon!
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