June, ca 2019 It was a fair and lovely evening as me and Ol’ Black Tahoe, my trusted steed, rid north through this Rocky Mountain valley. We was joined on the ride by a woman name of Lesley who is like-minded to myself in many the way. For she, too, packed her traps and trailed solo some 1800 mile from populous city, hers being in Southern California, leaving behind one life for the finding of another in these high mountain places. She has courage certain to do such. Perhaps that’s why I favor her company and find her companionship satisfying. We was headed up to the settlement of Bonner, what maps east of the Rattlesnake and is laid out along the Blackfoot River. It was there a Texas man come to play his music amongst them mountain. His name being Lyle Lovett, and his band being play-billed as large. As we trailed northward through the cool of early dusk, we reined up briefly in the town of Missoula for a shot of whiskey and a cold beer at a rugged little estab...