Montana is the place to rock.
A Big Mac has 26 grams of fat.

So my laptop's HD took a shit recently, and within that steaming pile is the final resting place of all the photos I had from the trip.

Here we are in the rental car, on our way to the cabin.

This is the booty: beer, chips, and-um-dietcokeandwater cough cough.

Here we see Chris sampling the booty.

This is the back of Amy's head. I think we are almost to the cabin.

Oops! There's been a disastrous collision down the road. Here's mom and aunt Mel looking perturbed.

Rather than wait for them to clear the road, we decided to turn around and head back to Mel and Bill's house for dinner.
Casey had this to say about the wreck: "It was probably a Canadian...and...someone else."

Speaking of Casey.

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