Saturday, December 11, 2010

Brydn 2003 Montana Travel Journal: A Large Mammoth Woolly Creature

Brydn 2003 Montana Travel Journal: A Large Mammoth Woolly Creature

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I'm traveling to St. Mary's and cross paths with a Sasquatch. I have a baseball dream while camping in Glacier National Park.

By the time I get to St. Mary's I can't see a thing that didn't have lights, like the super 'Rising Sun' lodge. (Editor's note: On the road here last night I see a large mammoth woolly creature and a group of smaller creatures crossing the road. I don't tell a soul about it because there are no pictures or audio, and there's no one is around). I thought when Steve said camping here is good, I thought he meant I'd be in the woods. So, I stay sitting up in my truck by the boat launch until about 2AM. I fall asleep some but wake up cold and have to pee. I get back in and closed the door to my truck, I have 3 or 4 mosquito guest for company all night. We spray Cutters and puff a cigar for a high. I kill them off when the sun comes up. A few more come in through a hole in the floor. Now, it's 8AM. I'm going to the visitor center and see if the Bell Hop's up yet. I can see the beautiful Glacier Mountains from here. Today looks like a hot one.

DREAM: I'm walking down the stairs of a building with Ted Peters. He comes to get me cos the Boss wants to hang out with me. Pay "ME" to hang out, yes. We're going down the steps and Ted starts going two, three steps at a time. Then he's going down by sliding his feet on the railing. He misses and falls. He lands on a rail with his crotch. He gets up and straightens up his suite. He says he's OK. We get to the basement and the Boss wants me to look out the back door. There's a crowd of people playing softball. The pitcher, a heavy Asian woman in a dark summer softball uniform rolls the ball off her arm for the pitch. The batter hits the ball far out into the field. Then the crowd is immediately playing dead ball. A skinny lady with short red hair who is standing next to me gets hit in the face with the ball when she not looking. She crumples to the ground holding her face. I cant help but to say, " That's got to hurt." She's rolling on the ground. She goes, "Yes, that hurts."

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