We come to river's edge and are rewarded with
the Great Creator's artistic touch.

 January, ca 2013
Daybreak arrives with haste and my insides soon feel the pull of exploration. It seems sore the pity a man might be in such wide and wild country and not take leave of his comfort, mount up and travel into new territories to ponder what his eyes should behold. Having given full sustenance to my faithful companion, Ol' Black Tahoe, we will ride north along the great Missouri into the heretofore unexplored. We make our journey west to the river past the Three Forks at Old Town, ride further up to Fairweather settlement, make our ford of mighty Mo' at the Lombard crossing and from there ride forth into the high mountains, crossing over the Edith pass. No need to make utterance of what might become of us should we befall tragedy in this wild place, for buzzard or wolf or bear will surely clean our bones and leave no trace. The great Crow Nation is nigh south to where the trail leads. I have of recent spotted a Starbucks concern and will rein up there prior to taking my leave  of Bozeman settlement and carry with me the refreshment necessary on the long ride. I have not died today. And that is a fine thing. Yours truly...

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