Live in a house by the roadside and be a friend to man.

I haven't posted anything for a while, but I think I've got some good photos to share.

"Live in a house by the roadside and be a friend to man" -W. Holmes

This is the entrance to the town of Saco. Lovely, right?

Parker King's Ranch, I wonder what he's in the business of farming...

Some cute houses around Malta:

 It's raining sunlight.

 Sleeping Buffalo Rock:

The rock looks like a sleeping buffalo, get it?

I went to the Texaco Country Showdown last Friday and discovered that I really and truely do not like country music. It was more of a guess before, but now it feels pretty clear. People were saying, 'oh, the talent was so outstanind,' really? Come on, teenage girls doing Carry Underwood karaoke is outstanding? If people think that's outstanding, it makes me question their compliments to me, but I don't question it too much. Reporting in a small town really does wonders for a writers ego. People call me to say they liked my articles and my pal Sarah said my writing is "refreshing." One lady said my story on Annie brought her to tears, that was really sweet. I think the last time my writing brought someone to full on tears was a brake-up letter I wrote to my 10th grade boyfriend. I know, or at least think, I won't ever get as many compliments for my writing as I get here. It really is nice. I met a harlequin romance novelist tonight who's married to a syndicated columnist and she likes me writing. As a former journalist herself, she said she used her position as a reporter to do research for her early books. I wonder what that looked like. On this coming Thursday I will be flying over Bitter Creek with the Montana Wilderness Association!! I'm excited for that. According to Curtis, I am "flying with the enemy."