Yesterday at about 10:30 am, my friend Tonya and I set
out for Butte. The nearly two-hour drive was a pleasant one. 90 East runs right
through some of the most beautiful mountains you’ll likely ever have the good
fortune of seeing, along with a sky that belongs on a canvas. Cattle ranches
line long stretches of otherwise desolate roads as cars speed past en route to
Missoula and beyond.
Tonya and I spoke nearly the entire way as I learned
more about my travel mate and friend. I’m quite sure she is one of the most
fascinating people I’ve ever met. A brief stint in sports broadcasting, working
PR for a movie star, and traveling the world all before she could claim to be
30 left me in a daze. I nearly wondered out loud how she managed to fill one
life with so much living.
We arrived in Butte by early afternoon. The town
looked like a movie set; old saloons and bars lined the street, while mine
frame heads, and The Hotel Finlen still stood proudly in the backdrop.
We walked the streets shamelessly snapping photos,
while envisioning what it might have been like to amble through this mining
camp some 100 years earlier. The sense of grit and fortitude was still palpable
in the crisp air.
After a few hours of ambling through this town of just
36,000, we drove through Montana Tech before hitting the road for Missoula.
It was a good day.
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