FISHTAIL, MT

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!

L.I.V.I.N.GSTON

My Uncle Mike and Aunt Sue have this rad old barn that's part of the Montana State Historical Society - it used to be an old dancehall in the 1950s(?). It's visible from the road and is totally awesome, as is my Uncle Mike with his new brew holster.