The lady behind the counter recognized me, of course. Huh? Why would a woman I'd never seen--in a place I'd never been--recognize me?
"You were at the Montana State football fundraiser last week in Great Falls, right?"
"Yes. I was."
"I thought so. I saw you there. My son plays tight end for the Bobcats."
"Oh. No kidding! Small world." Go figure.
Montana is a large state, but it has such a small population that it seems like everybody knows everybody-- or at least everybody knows somebody who knows almost everybody. I left Shelby and continued north and west toward Cut Bank. The terrain is flat and grassy. Thousands and thousands of cows graze on both sides of the highway. In the distance, the snow-covered Rockies are breathtaking.
I purchased some trinkets handmade by local Blackfeet, then realized that Glacier National Park was less than 50 miles away. Of course, I kept going. The scenery is impossible to describe. That's why they invented cameras. I was only able to drive a few miles into the park because the roads into it were still covered by about five feet of snow. The park doesn't open fully until sometime in June.