Montana’s Madison River valley opened up like a Georgia O’Keefe flower. Big sky.
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Just past the cowgirl whose boyfriend lost his head, we spied a shotgun shack, a fixer upper we agreed would make a fine one-lane bowling alley.
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Helena was hospitable, notwithstanding the obligatory warrior statue on the capitol grounds.
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