So a while back a friend of mine moved to Montana and made me cry. He has been back to visit since, and good times were had...so I thought that I would return the favour and go visit him. So I did! I booked time off work, bought a train ticket and went for it. Tugrul drove me down to Everett WA. where the train station was. It was fun, however it was the first time that I had ever gotten held up at the border. Anyways, we made it and Tugrul was late for band practice.
I then had a long train ride ahead of me. It was a new experience for me travelling in a train in North America. Once I got to Malta, Montana, the good times started and didn't stop till I left!.
Growing up I didn't really like the States at all, or Quebec for that matter. But over the last 3 years my opinions of both have turned around quite a lot. I LOVE Quebec. There are a lot of good people in the US as well.
Train station in Everett WA.
A random from the train ride.
Apparently I am going to "MAL"...only this mall doesn't have a Bootlegger :O.
My cell phone?!?
So I made it...it's time to Malta it up in Montana.
Playin some AOE on Jason's TV.
On our way one morning to feed the cows.
All went well until this happened.
Jason had everything under control.
Fox pelts at Jason's aunt and uncles place.
Some exploring of Montana...
This in an old buffalo jump.
Some Jason action...
The wind was so crazy out there, that when I opened Jason's truck door, it almost ripped right off! Needless to say...I broke his door.
Jason and I went to a museum in Malta.
I made him pose by the uber thigh bone.
Creepy...
While we were there we were attacked by a bear. We killed it and then later on that night, had it for dinner.
An old calculator, "Taken you back to the old school" as a singer once said.
Malta, in the day. (back)
A switch board.
Yeah, that's right...this is a badger.
Later on that night I watched and Jason fell asleep to Superman Returns.
Jason and I helped his grand-rents set up their tree. It was an ordeal and a half, but twas fun.
And that's that.
