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Yes, that first picture looks almost identical to one I posted yesterday.
The only difference is the yellow blob where the neon
"DINING LOUNGE" sign has blown out the phone camera. The sign is
lighted because the Olive restaurant is open for breakfast. The pandemic
has caused it to be closed for all other meals and for the lounge to be
closed at all times. I took the photo of the lounge as I passed through on
the wat to breakfast. I did not take any pictures, other than
my meal, in the dining area because of the
people there.
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There are multiple surprises behind this picture. The first surprise was
having my low tire pressure light come on as I was leaving town. I turned
around, found a station with free! air, and tried again. I wasn't really
surprised when the light again came on although I wanted to be. This time
I looked up the nearest tire repair place and headed there with low
expectations. I was nervous all the way, of course, and just hoped I would
make it. In my experience, leaking tires are almost never repairable. I
played out possibilities as I drove. They probably would not have a
replacement so I'd have to wait a day or more. The tires were closing in
on 80,000 miles. Should I buy a full set? would it expedite things if I
did? I really like those Geolanders but should I consider another brand if
the wait was too long?
I made it and spoke to Scott. He called Zack who took my keys and had the
car on a rack in five minutes. Within 15 or 20 minutes, Scott told me
there was a small screw in the tire. I assumed it was unrepairable but
asked anyway. Scott made some sort of "no big deal" response,
and fifteen minutes later Zack had my car waiting for me at the door. Less
than an hour (plus my false start) lost and a $17.50 repair bill. Scott
and Zack and
Tire-Rama, you are my heroes.
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Back on the road, I eventually figured out that this grader was working
the right (to me) side of the road and moved to the left. Friendly waves
were exchanged as we passed each other.
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As I read the Ridge's description of Forsyth, I thought the place sounded
kind of familiar but it didn't really click until I actually got there. I
was here in 2016 on my way home from Alaska. I took just about the same
pictures then as I did today although the 1930 Roxy Theater wasn't
actually the focus of the one it was in. The Restwel Motel is where I
stayed in 2016 and I took almost exactly the same picture of it then. Only
the brown Yellowstone Trail is new and that's not only when compared to
2016 but when compared to my entire life.
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Near Sanders, MT, the old road gets quite close to the Yellowstone River.
It gets kind of rutted before crossing a small tributary and turning into
something smooth and straight.
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The cool looking Yucca Theater was built in 1931, a year after the Roxy in
Forsyth. The statues of Sakajawea, Pomp, and two men have me asking a
question about something I've never thought of before. How did Clark, or
maybe it's Lewis, shave every day?
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I usually don't like stories that begin "I usually don't do this,
but..." At least unless they're mine. I often see faces and things in
rocks and clouds and beer foam but I usually don't pay much attention to
them. This rock formation reminded me so much of a mountain lion that I
had to back up to verify what I saw. Then I had to take a picture so that
others could verify it too. Or laugh at me for being so silly.
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In 2016, I didn't even know that there was a town called Pompey's Pillar
but there is. It's about two miles east of the rock with the same name and
it has a post office. I did (sorta) know about the rock called Pompey's
Pillar in 2016, and I stopped there. A lightning storm was approaching and
everyone was being removed from the pillar. I reached the point where I
could see Clark's 1806 tag but no farther. Today I intended to go all the
way.
I climbed the steps to the level of the signature but the platform closest
to it was blocked off. I actually got a better picture in
2016 than I got today. Then
I climbed on to the top and took pictures of far away stuff which is what
you're supposed to do after climbing tall things. I'm guessing that my
view today has only the vaguest resemblance to Clark's.
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