Glasgow

The man I met yesterday told me to follow his tracks and they would lead to Glasgow.

The main two-track forked several times though, and it looked like tracks went both ways. I got lost.

Many of the little roads showed up on the GPS though, so I held it up and followed it until I found this big road.

Which led to Glasgow.

The two biologists I saw in the Malta library were in the Glasgow McDonalds entering data.

I went up to their table and said, “Hi, are you guys doing bird surveys?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, me too. Was it windy for you this morning?”

“Yes.”

“Ok. Well, nice to see you.”

“You too.”

It was a conversation.

When I got back to the truck and looked in the mirror, this is what my hair looked like.

When I asked the woman at the Albertson’s deli if the sesame noodles were vegetarian, she said, “Well, there’s no meat if that’s what you mean.”

My second conversation of the day.

The Albertson’s in Glasgow, Montana, takes personal checks.