Brydn's 2003 Travel Journal - Montana: Chipmunks

Brydn's 2003 Travel Journal - Montana: Chipmunks

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I'm camping on the days between the races.

I got alot of sleep today. Maybe it's the six beers. I scraped out the Jerry Garcia pipe and mixed it with cigar tobacco. I got a good headache. So, I'm up late cooking my stew, burning one piece of fire wood at a time. There's still people pulling in to camp. Every night a dusk a group of Native Americans pound their drums until a star is seen. After they start pounding hard, a couple of the men begin to chant. I hope it's to bring another wonderful day here. Soon as it's dark, they stop. I spent most of the day inside my White Stag tent to avoid the attack of the flies. There are a couple chipmunks around that climb up on the table. I've give them crackers but they only eat when I'm not looking at them. You might even say they're "pesky;" fighting each other, climbing on the tent. The people in #13 have children that carry on all day; hide and seek, climb rocks, and bike riding. So, I'm staying up late for the quiet. In my tent, I charted where to go, well an option to visit different places. I've highlighted my AAA map of Montana for sites suggested in "Rock Hunting in Montana." Most of the sites I'm interested in are South of here. So, before the set up in Mazoola, and before I leave for Fargo, I can do some panning for a little color. Looks like 'not much' going on in Shelby. Hope the races are exciting enough. Man, it's only the first week. I'll be out here 2 1/2 more months. Sure ain't like me to sit on my ass five days a week. Seems unnatural even though the money's good. What can I do during the week to make money for work. It's Montana. There ain't two story buildings in Great Falls. I've maybe found $35 worth of gold in the 5 weeks I spent in Grants Pass, Oregon. Once I get a room in Mazoola or Shelby, I can get a phone card and work on the internet. Identification of the problem has yet to be developed. I'm watching the sands of time drain through my fingers. There's lots of time to write, but, as the past as proven, you can spend whatever time you write. Enough bitching. A road tour is just that. I got to get used to not going home everyday and experience "now."