Unable to sleep, tossing, turning and fighting for every inch.... Vincent on my right, Ryan on my left and a shivering Thomas thrown in on the end just for good measure. A king sized bed crammed with three cowboys and me. This sleepless night marks the first of our American adventure! Travelling through the states in an inadequately sized Sunfire with a trunk full of cowboy boots and footwell full of sandwiches....... Roadtrip!
Our first day was an uneventful ride to the boarder. Uneventful only following our somewhat amateur start. Having arrived in Canmore to pick up our blondest addition we re-packed the trunk which subsequently broke it. 24K in and winning.
Surprisingly we did make it to Milk River. A final Canadian supper with an old boss was the perfect farewell. My only regret is not ordering poutine.. (a delicacy we've yet to find in the states)... que onset of withdrawal from cheese curds and gravy. I'll probably survive...Just!
Tummys full from a hearty motel breaky we headed for the boarder, a notoriously nerve-wracking experience at the best of times. We were not disappointed. After I was scrutinized with more than a dozen finger prints and eye scans (boys were already dialling me a taxi home.... cheers fellas)... I was permitted into the land of red stripes and stars.
Destination Bozeman Montana. Pitstop at an incredibly auburn Great Falls, lunch man Ryan made a gallant first effort as we munched sandwiches (What else?) alongside the great falls, which may I add, were not that great. But, alas, the fiery visual colours of autumn that this town had to offer were well worth the lunch and pee break. Our journey continued passing artistic displays of hay that we continually failed to photograph despite having just invested in a new camera. Yes, foolish enough we were to roadtrip camerless. Bozeman offered us a place to stay with Vincent's buddy Suzanne, she's at school here. So naturally we guzzled cheep beer, ate potatoes and drunkly travelled between student houses on a skateboard, two bikes and a pair of inline skates. Aimlessly speeding through Bozeman's darkened streets it's a wonder we didn't get injured. It sure didn't take us long to embrace our inner American stereotypes. Awakening the next morning with a bruised bottom (too much time spent riding on the handlebars)... we missed our Montana sunrise hike...hallelujah!.. We were hungover Albertans out of province.
Our day was instead filled with the joys of exploring Yellowstone National Park. A true beauty to behold. It's no lie we've all lived in a National Park for the past five months so are more than accustomed to it's occasionally annoying traits. Each one however has something very unique to offer and we unashamedly took on our new role as the photocrazed, car stopping tourists we once despised. Uncertain if we would encounter any of our beloved buffalo we were in fact confronted with herds of the slow moving lumps. They were placed upon a backdrop of the beautifully mountainous Montana which was also all dressed up for a date with Autumn, and looking mighty pretty. Intervals of bellowing steam clouds escape the earth with an effortless ascent. Often encompassed by colourful pools of inviting bubbling water. Although I wouldn't recommend a dip in this hot tub. Old Faith was a definite highlight, a truly magnificent geyser that erupts volcanic like several times a day. It shoots gallons of water high into the blue Monatana sky before plummeting back to the ground. It splashes the rocky surroundings leaving behind only a glimpse of a rainbow but its short appearance makes it ever more enchanting.
Our Journey continued to Jackson Hole, Wyoming. A comforting cowboy town for these country boys. A new state.... a new adventure!
'I feel like Jesus when I pee' (A drunken student of the University of Montana)
Our first day was an uneventful ride to the boarder. Uneventful only following our somewhat amateur start. Having arrived in Canmore to pick up our blondest addition we re-packed the trunk which subsequently broke it. 24K in and winning.
Surprisingly we did make it to Milk River. A final Canadian supper with an old boss was the perfect farewell. My only regret is not ordering poutine.. (a delicacy we've yet to find in the states)... que onset of withdrawal from cheese curds and gravy. I'll probably survive...Just!
Tummys full from a hearty motel breaky we headed for the boarder, a notoriously nerve-wracking experience at the best of times. We were not disappointed. After I was scrutinized with more than a dozen finger prints and eye scans (boys were already dialling me a taxi home.... cheers fellas)... I was permitted into the land of red stripes and stars.
Destination Bozeman Montana. Pitstop at an incredibly auburn Great Falls, lunch man Ryan made a gallant first effort as we munched sandwiches (What else?) alongside the great falls, which may I add, were not that great. But, alas, the fiery visual colours of autumn that this town had to offer were well worth the lunch and pee break. Our journey continued passing artistic displays of hay that we continually failed to photograph despite having just invested in a new camera. Yes, foolish enough we were to roadtrip camerless. Bozeman offered us a place to stay with Vincent's buddy Suzanne, she's at school here. So naturally we guzzled cheep beer, ate potatoes and drunkly travelled between student houses on a skateboard, two bikes and a pair of inline skates. Aimlessly speeding through Bozeman's darkened streets it's a wonder we didn't get injured. It sure didn't take us long to embrace our inner American stereotypes. Awakening the next morning with a bruised bottom (too much time spent riding on the handlebars)... we missed our Montana sunrise hike...hallelujah!.. We were hungover Albertans out of province.
Our day was instead filled with the joys of exploring Yellowstone National Park. A true beauty to behold. It's no lie we've all lived in a National Park for the past five months so are more than accustomed to it's occasionally annoying traits. Each one however has something very unique to offer and we unashamedly took on our new role as the photocrazed, car stopping tourists we once despised. Uncertain if we would encounter any of our beloved buffalo we were in fact confronted with herds of the slow moving lumps. They were placed upon a backdrop of the beautifully mountainous Montana which was also all dressed up for a date with Autumn, and looking mighty pretty. Intervals of bellowing steam clouds escape the earth with an effortless ascent. Often encompassed by colourful pools of inviting bubbling water. Although I wouldn't recommend a dip in this hot tub. Old Faith was a definite highlight, a truly magnificent geyser that erupts volcanic like several times a day. It shoots gallons of water high into the blue Monatana sky before plummeting back to the ground. It splashes the rocky surroundings leaving behind only a glimpse of a rainbow but its short appearance makes it ever more enchanting.
Our Journey continued to Jackson Hole, Wyoming. A comforting cowboy town for these country boys. A new state.... a new adventure!
'I feel like Jesus when I pee' (A drunken student of the University of Montana)
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