Sunday, August 16, 2009

The Final Days in Montana

Aside from Old Faithful, which was absolutely awesome (complete with a scary severe storm directly behind us as the water shot straight up in the air in a passionate burst), the rest of our time in Montana was pretty uneventful. Hence the lack of posts. Dad and I spent about fifteen minutes at the most pathetic fair ever, we went shopping at an excellent store where Native Americans sell their crafts, and we walked through a farmers' market in the pouring rain. Other than that, we sat in the hotel room, or drove for miles with Dad questioning the TomTom and Mom digging for maps (is it just me, or does it seem foolish to buy a TomTom if all you're going to do is doubt its veracity and still use maps?).

Montana summed up in four words: Did not meet expectations.
South Dakota summed up in three words: Far exceeded expectations.

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"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"

~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"