I had the most the most Montana-esque moment last night when invited over to an acquaintances' house for burgers.
1. The directions (she lives out of town) included: "look for the large stump mailbox to turn at" "if you see the monkey on the motorcycle, you've gone too far" and "our driveway is about half a mile long."
2. I had to open and shut two gates just to make it through said driveway, dodge grazing cattle (and cow patties,) and cross a wooden bridge.
But the burgers were amazing.
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