For the next while during the week I’ll be living near Livingston in Ludwig at Mallard’s Rest Fishing Access Site ($7/night with current Montana fishing license). Other options may open up, but in the meantime if you’re coming North from Yellowstone, stop by and we’ll split a growler.
Occasionally I’ll crack something open and decide the situation warrants its cap heading drawerward and not trashward. Since I only know with certainty the situations for three of these, the feeling behind the decision must often be fleeting. For the curious those situations were:
This box of marbles has resided in Ludwig as long as I’ve known him, which is a pretty long time. As a person of–much to my own chagrin, believe me–great superstition, I refuse to ever remove it.
A young lady gave this to me during the early days of our acquaintance. It’s stuck with me ever since, because of who gave it to me and because it’s a great poem.
Melissa’s old camera has sat up in the parcel tray for many years. We randomly take a shot; E has taken some too. I honestly have no reliable recollection of where or when any of them were taken. There are four exposures left. We should probably save the last two or three for Stinkerton and then get it developed.