Leaving Montana tomorrow. I had planned to write this letter as an “Adieu”, but I don’t believe I can say goodbye just yet.
Philipsburg: It’s population of 800, weed-toking mayor with questionable sanity, and it’s ONE bar, full of cowboys and decrepit townies with their dogs. This place is certainly an interesting one.
So I’ll be going home for the holidays, and then returning to this weird, beautiful, funny place just as soon as I can.