I smell like horse

Trip Start Oct 13, 2006
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Trip End Oct 16, 2006


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Flag of United States  , Montana
Sunday, October 15, 2006

We park the red Toyota in the parking lot out front, just as Charlie told us we should do. Locked the key inside. Now into the station, we're going to check our bags this time, since we'll be sitting up all night. There's no one there. Hello? I call, I hear a stirring, in the back. Here's the stationmaster now, she's swallowing, are we interrupting suppertime? I ask. No, that's all right, she smiled. We checked our bags and headed for the vending machines. Dropped our last quarters in, and dimes and nickels too. We lined our junk food in a row in front of us.

Let's use the restroom too, is my suggestion next. I go, and then it's Andrew's turn. I think I ought to change my pants, he said on his return. I smell like horse. His bag's already checked, but I go ask. And I explain. We'd rather not smell horse all night, if we could please retrieve his bag. Montana friendliness AGAIN. No problem, she smiled. I understand. She pulled the bag, and Andrew freshened up.

We both agree. Montana is one friendly place. Whitefish is fine in every way. We should do this once a year, and maybe twice.
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