I don't know how we decided to partner up, but when we did, it was like a release of the floodgates via texting. We must've texted back and forth 50,000 times (that's one text for every foot you need to take skyward for your "blood to bubble").
Right before we set out for Montana, I think she began to wonder if I was an axe murderer, or someone else from the blog, or even Forrest. She asked me to take a picture of myself right then with me holding up a peace sign and text it to her. I did, and as Forrest says, "The deal was struck."
As I was getting off the plane, and heading to baggage claim where she was going to pick me up, I got a text that said something like, "I heard from someone on the blog that you were backstabbing me. Find your own ride."
I almost had a heart attack right there.
Then, another text came through: Ha ha! Just kidding!"
Okay, so Jamie was a jokester.
I told her I was the one wearing a giant Daytona Beach sweatshirt and ugly black snow boots. We found each other and it was as though we'd known each other for years (in the sort of awkward way two people with Asperger's can know one other). We were in Montana. I'd never been there before, and I had no idea just how amazing it would be.
Anyway, we couldn't wait to start searching, so we headed toward where we were going. But, there were so many things to see on the way, we had to detour. However, just before we got off the highway, we saw this...
Yes, that is a train wreck. I wonder if we should've taken it as an omen? At the time, we thought it was a good omen, because if we hadn't slowed down to decide whether to take the detour, it could've been us that got slammed. The emergency vehicles were still there. I still haven't checked to see if the wreck was fatal.
Here's a short video. I can't believe how dramatic I sound. I'm an idiot, lol. It's not something you see everyday, and I do hope everyone survived and is ok.
From there, we ventured on to more depressing things. We arrived at the site where Lewis and Clark had breakfast one day (more interesting than depressing). We saw the ruins of an old settlement with a hotel. I slipped through the fence and found an animal bone and a little shard of pottery.
I thought these graves of pioneer children were incredibly sad. Can you imagine traveling in an unknown territory, and having to say goodbye and bury your children before you arrived at your destination? It's too heartbreaking for me to think about, but I think it's something important to think about. Those families sacrificed SO much in search of a better way of life. Or for greed. I don't think we can ever know why the parents of these particular children ventured to the Northwest.
I really hope it wasn't for greed.
I like your blog. An experience can be just that, an experience. A feeling can be felt, and be just that, a feeling. It does not mean, that that equates to assumptions, of what that feeling, meant. To think that that an individual knows what was felt, or that a different association was intended, which wasn't, is incorrect. Several events led up to the event. I know what I felt. Believe it or not, I know, and HE knows. I had no ulterior motives. I simply wanted someone to know of the event. Someone I care a great deal about.