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:: Wednesday, August 20, 2003 :: Don't sleep on the DX2:IW trailer!!! This means you Te. Download and begin the GameLust.:: Monday, August 18, 2003 :: Montana is phat daddy nutsack. Haven't seen a whole lot of it but what I have seen smells like hot wood... kinds like that smell when you're inside a sauna. Its hazy as a mug. Not sure how close the forest fires are, definitely not within driving distance. Although speaking of driving, after gorging myself on a 24oz porterhouse ( a little overdone ) I decided to go for a walk. It didnt take long before I realised i was in some sort of private residential area, so I turned back. Now I had a loftier goal. I wanted to get me and my Rodeo up in some of the nearby Rocky Mountains, I think the local range is called the Salish Mountains. So I glanced over the map and found a nervous, black, unmarked stretch of road that breaks off from Rt 93 (goes up to Canada, eh?) and seems to traverse a peak, 6000ft or so above sea level. VERY beautiful. I snapped some shots with my sisters digicam and I'll put them up on here later. At some point winding and twisting up into the mountains, the road turns to gravel and signs like, "LOGGING AHEAD" start popping up. Its at this poitn that I realise that if I careen off this clifflike road, I'm either done for or lost forever. Yet I keep going, trusting in the fact that I havent turned onto or off of any roads so going back down shouldnt be a problem. But you know, going farther and farther into basically barren wilderness does tend to weigh on a fellas minds eventually. So even though I know exactly where I am (well, roughly) I turn around... oh shit.. where'd that truck come from!! So know I'm cautiously creeping down some random mountain with an equally random 4x4 behind me the whole way. I make it back to rt 93 and off I fly back to Grouse Mountain Lodge. stupid mormons.. the internet phones are filtered for content.. A$$holes!!! greetings from the land of black wool and abstinence.. Salt Lake City. Rock.
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