Lot of videos. If you received this by email, be sure to click on the title above to read on the web.
Let's call the first group "Signs of Bozeman".
Convoluted arithmetic...
Street sign in Gardiner, Montana, the north entrance to Yellowstone.
The next two are window signs at a local investment firm. After digesting the caveats, who would want to walk through the door?
OTOH, anyone entering is fair game, n'est pas??
A little bit of corn.
Susanne & I hit the road yesterday to explore a small section of the Yellowstone River, one of the premier fishing rivers in Montana. It begins in Y'stone, of course, heads north for about 50 miles, then turns right at Livingston heading east, then northeast through eastern Montana until crosses into North Dakota and empties into the Missouri just a smidgen inside N.D. then continues its way to join the Mississippi at St. Louis.
We followed the river from Livingston to Gardiner and back using different roads. The weather was not kind to us. It was gloomy & hazy, all the color drained from the landscape. So, oodles of pics I have but they are b-o-r-r-ring. So here are just a few, along with some vids.
A day bad for photography is probably a good day for fishing.
Mountains in front of mountains in front of mountains. That's Montana!
Here is a 180º pan on one side of the road, further down towards Gardiner.
And crossing the road facing the opposite direction, another 180º pan, starting with Susanne.
Here's a still from the beginning of the vid above.
Back in Bozeman, we returned to the Gallatin History Museum, the former jailhouse until 1982. Here are a few shots.
This is the 48 star flag I grew up with, Hawaii & Alaska didn't become states until 1959, by then I was in college. I remember going to movies as a kid, every time this flag appeared on screen (mostly in war movies & westerns), everyone clapped & cheered. Not these days!
One of the things I loved about volunteering with the Scottsdale Police Department was that assemblies always began with everyone standing, hands over hearts, reciting the Pledge of Allegiance. And I remember as a grade school kid when "under God" was added & how we fumbled that in the beginning.
Gawd, I'm old!!!
Every town has a famous citizen. For Bozeman, it's none other than Gary Cooper, graduate of Gallatin County High School, class of 1922. The now Historical Museum is the building on the left.
Susanne & I love to practice yoga when we travel. Our best travel yoga was in Barcelona, I blogged about that. Early morning yoga in Missoula was scarce. We did one late afternoon class there.
But in Bozeman, our "home" studio (the one where we've taken classes during each of the last four summers) now offers a 6:30am class five weekday mornings. We took a bunch of those. Here's a sign in the changing area.
It turns out not a lot of yoga teachers & students get that.
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Let's do some of Susanne's pics.
From the Y'stone road trip...green, green.
Alfred!!!!!
Snow melt gushing from the mountainside from the first road trip.
In & around Bozeman.
Sunrise.
At Famous Dave's BBQ:
Cat walking man walking dog.
Since this is my last post, I'm going to make the most of it.
This is the Bozeman Sweet Pea Festival weekend. It kicks off with a parade. We didn't wait around for all of it, but the cops were at the start with two captains greeting the kids along the route.
We ran off to the festival and grabbed an iced tea to share. Paper straws, by golly...that's Bozeman!
I'm kinda pictured out and blogged out. So I didn't take many pics at the festival. We walked past one of the stages as very young ballet girls were getting ready to perform, part of the Montana Ballet Company.
Here's a shot during the performance, some of them on stage for the first time.
I had to take a vid. They're not very together or coordinated...ballet puppies, really. But I hope some of them hang in there, keep at it and down the road, put Montana on the map in New York.
Tonight we're heading up the interstate for a bit to have some walleye for dinner. No one serves it in Bozetown. I grew up fishing for walleye with my dad & brother, bringing it home, my mother would fry it up for the family. From lake to plate in a couple of hours.
Update: We arrived at the walleye place, but they sold out earlier in the evening. Had steak instead.
OK, that's it for this jaunt. Now to the serious business of finishing up the sights, closing up shop, then heading home.
See ya on the next trip wherever/whenever that'll be!
P.S. This is my 156th post since I started blogging seven years ago. Some of you have been with me from the start.
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