Valentine (IV)Dan Pinkerton
I promise there are marmots on Ranier. Truly I’ve seen them planted like furred and graying pot roasts in the glacial swells. Matt even saw them. Heaving, gut-heavy, nicotine-pickled Matt saw them clearly. Why not us? Should we blame trappers, global warming, seismic whatnot? On that trip we did see the largest gun collection in the West (collection, not stockpile); Wall Drug; and, at the edge of an off-ramp, a well- hung Indian pissing toward oncoming traffic. We blamed it on some Montanan quirk like the speed non-limit and raced off, testing the bounds of our timeworn Chevy.
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