Touched down in Montana and was immediately smitten with Big Sky Country. Five minutes after leaving the airport and it’s like, “would you like to see the enormity of geologic time, as well as some wild antelope?”
Yes please.
Darrin (guy who built the bus) got his buddy to come get me from the airport, and even put me up for the night at the Sundowner Motel. The right choice.
Dillon, Montana’s best Mexican restaurant (according to my driver) was parked right next to the Motel. The taco bus. Of course I have to eat at the taco bus. I’m a bus man now.
And what are the odds that, directly across the street from the Sundowner, there was a video store. Wasn’t prepared for video store diplomacy on this trip, but I managed to fish out a pristine 5+ year-old Videodrome sticker, deep within a crevice of all the shit I packed.
Got a 20-minute crash course in operating all the bus’s switches, dials, hatches and buttons (a lesson I really should’ve recorded for posterity and playback), the paperwork was signed on his kitchen island, and then the bus was officially mine.
Was prepared to sleep on the bus from the jump, but I was very grateful for the comfy accommodations at the Sundowner.
Spent the evening figuring out where I was actually going to drive this thing tomorrow, and treating myself to a helping of motel cable (2 episodes of a reality show called ‘Yellowstone Rangers’ and coverage of Hurricane Milton’s approaching landfall)
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