More trees and hills. More than four hundred miles of constant trees and hills, to be precise. Montana is known for its ‘Big Sky’, and the scenery is very impressive. There are tiny homesteads nestling at the bottom of huge mountain ranges, with vast plains for front gardens. I don’t know how much land costs out here, but you can probably buy a piece of property the size of Wales for the price of a cup of coffee. And with the added bonus that there are no Welsh people squatting on it either!
The drive across the beautiful, but slightly monotonous, scenery was occasionally broken up by wildlife sightings. Herds of buffalo were wandering across the plains, munching away happily on an unlimited buffet of grass. In Montana, owning a buffalo herd is the equivalent of looking after fields full of cows or sheep. All the same, the fact that it’s buffalo you’re rounding up while riding your horse and twirling a lasso above your head does make it very cool.
After an eight hundred mile day, I couldn’t be bothered to look for
any nutritious food, so I dropped in on one of the national burger chain ‘restaurants’.
The plain food was made more entertaining by the fact that some spotty Herbert,
who had obviously failed the exam to become a cowboy and live the romantic
outdoor life, was trying to get a job handing out burgers and chips. Rather
than carrying out the interview in private, the manager of the place (who
was also in his early teens) just grabbed himself some food and fired questions
at the poor interviewee while he munched on his food. He would ask tough
questions such as “What would you do if you were required to work on
your day off?”, and when the victim replied that he would come into
work and help out, the manager would reply “Man, I wouldn’t do
that”. I get the feeling that his heart just isn’t in it!