On Saturday I was finally offered the chance to go see the National Bison Range. Having never, ever seen bison in my entire life how could I pass up the opportunity. I mean come one, we are sure to see at least one. Bison is one third of the name of the place.
So we set off, and by ‘we’ I’m referring to Shannen, Fiona, Kate and myself. We had high hopes of a world of magic and wonder! Twas a sunny day in lil ole Missoula-o. Not 15 minutes after we set off we had a setback. Snow was up ahead. The good news was it wasn’t settling so we plowed forward! When we arrived we saw the extent of the snow. The roads were covered and it was snowing cats and dogs (or whatever snow equivalent there is). So we took a couple of snaps and ran away as slow as possible. While the roads hadn’t yet fully iced, they were saturated with compacted snow. The road was slippery as am elusive criminal.
After we finally returned to Missoula we split up for a touch, then met up again for dinner at Applebee’s. 1 word of advice, don’t buy the American Standard burger. The quality of said burger is in the name; if you want a flavourless, greasy thing then this is the burger for you.
We then returned home to catch some kip, ready for Sunday and the joys it promised to bring. As Sunday was a day for work, nothing exciting happened and I won’t go into detail about it.
