Saturday, April 27, 2013

The Bozeman Report

There was a full moon over the mountains from my hotel room the other night. I'm across the street from the bus station and have seen the Yellowstone buses picking up workers early in the morning. This will be my first time on a spring bus pick-up since my first year. I'm thinking I can play the grizzled veteran and make up park stories for the newbies on the ride back. The hot spring's not really hot. Always run when you see a bear. The cafeteria food is delicious.

My roommate, of Vietnamese heritage, had given me a ride here, and I bought him dinner at a place called Pho Real. He assured me that it was not real, but we agreed it was tasty. I had a veggie version with tofu in a coconut curry broth which I'll have again before I leave. Today I went to what used to be my favorite restaurant in town. They've gone upscale but the food's gone downhill. Even the water tasted bad. I was disappointed in the pizza place too.

There's a Suburu Outback on every block here, except for the blocks where there are two or three. It's like being haunted by Lola's ghost everywhere I turn.

I've already done most of the things I wanted to accomplish here--got a haircut, had an eye exam and ordered glasses which will be mailed to me, bought new hiking boots, a couple cheap spare watches, and some clip-on sunglasses. Other than a bank visit, it's just four days of playtime now.

But Bozeman doesn't offer me many play opportunities, with limited in town trails and very limited bus service which doesn't go to the several trails a few miles out of town. In Duluth, I can look at a Lake which is different every day. Here I can look at mountains which are always the same. On the other hand, it's possible to get a quality bagel here, and I've done so most days.

When my New Orleans trip fell through, I ordered some New Orleans music by musicians I had planned to see. My favorites have been Shamarr Allen's phone number titled release which takes a variety of genres and turns them into some great pop music, and Glen David Andrews'  Live at Three Muses, a club where I tried to see him the last time I was there but it was too crowded for my taste. I hope I'll get another chance to see them and others in person.
     


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