On the second day we'd both woken up hours enough into the morning that either of us asking "what do we do now?" eventually seemed like a rational conversation starter. And while my requirements in visiting MT included camping and fishing, I figured pacing such experiences was appropriate. So after some Food Network and web browsing it was decided we gravitate towards Main Street (which could just as easily be named 'Only Street') for food and sight-seeing. Once we'd become situated & discussions on the benefits of televising House of Commons meetings had exhausted, we'd set out.
Breakfast wound up being burritos and hot sauce in the late morning. Both were pleasantly authentic - to the point of me having to refuse true 'hot' sauce due by my friend and the restaurant owner's insistence...I sneaked some into my meal anyway (strictly for testing purposes) and I'll be damned if that didn't make my nose and eyes water like a bastard even as we walked away from the table. Hey - I'd learned something new that morning!
From there we ventured to a record shop, yet all I found of interest amounted to overpriced, cheaply made accessories (currently I'm dually peeved/delighted that I can't find examples of the shirts and can-cozies that made me smile with which to enlighten you).
I'm telling ya, I couldn't even justify the switchblade comb; I just knew I'd kick myself by finding it somewhere else for ten dollars cheaper. However it was great to see the large amount of indie Americana albums there. Not surprising, mind you, but great.
Shop-wise there wasn't much else to peruse which didn't either sell outdoor equipment or drinks to enhance your enjoyment of said equipment. So after the second shop I conceded that "we really should get to fishing."
And this, dear readers, is where our story begins.
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