A Day in Hardin Montana

Day 6. Saturday September 5, 2009

Thank goodness it cooled down enough during last night to allow some restful sleep, ‘cept for the trains wailin’ off in the distance, from time to time.

It weren’t that bad, if you don’t mind the sound of a wailing train during the night when you have an intention of uninterrupted sleep. I seem to have a lifetime wish to never hear the sound of a train during the night, and to be honest, during the day as well.

Oh, sure, there was a time that I was more tolerant of trains; like when I was a kid living in Minglewood; a subdivision on the outskirts of Beaumont, Texas. We kids would build rock pyramids in the middle of the tracks, which the trains would just burst through without even slowing down.

There were two crossings into the area where we lived, and the bravest of us would jump on our bike in front of a train and peddle like mad to get to the other crossing before getting hit by the train, its whistle just a hootin’ and hollering. It’s interesting, what memories a trip like this will conjure up. I learned how to do this from Nicky Nichols.

Anyway, today we decided to visit the Big Horn County Historical Museum & Visitor Center. It is a good thing we went in the morning. Shaddy was not allowed on the premises, and had to stay in The Beast. There are a few pictures of our visit in this posting.

We’ve had a few big rigs arrive at the KOA this afternoon to secure safe haven for the rowdy weekend.

Tonight for supper, Nan made herself some kind of chicken breast salad, and I grilled myself a steak. I had some rice leftover from last night and some black-eyed peas, fresh from the can.

Because of the cloud cover, we ate outside on the table; it being cooler and all from yesterday. Nan remineded me that it was still hot.

So, there you have it. More to come.

Paddy

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