Cooke City
Unfortunatley I didn't take any pictures in the Miner's Saloon. It's like the Boodles of mining bars. Crowds of slednecks decked out in Arctic Cat jackets being forced to listen to the Micheal Franti blasting on the jukebox being played by the owner.
Here's some mountain pictures
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that picture sucks
"Then we gather as we travel,
Bits of moss and dirty gravel,
And we chip off little specimens of stone;
And we carry home as prizes
Funny bugs, of handy sizes,
Just to give the day a scientific tone."
it is said that the true environmentalists lives in a highrise and never ventures into the wilderness for fear that the simple presence of footsteps, the sheds of lint from a polypro shirt, or the removal of a few molecules of dirt for the replacement of whatever was on the shoes before would place damage on the precise thing which she/he was trying to preserve
"If the roads are wet and muddy
We remain at home and study,—
For the Goat is very clever at a sum,—
And the Dog, instead of fighting,
Studies ornamental writing,
While the Cat is taking lessons on the drum."
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