As readers of Wander Wheels know, we’ve been held over in Missoula, Montana for a while now, waiting for a wheel to be repaired and shipped back from California.
During that time, Jenny and Don have been more than accommodating during our extended stay (Thanks again! Let us know what our rent will be).
Missoula has sucked us in with friendliness, great food and incredible beer. The (un)fortunate side effect is that our motivation is leaving faster than air from a pinch cut (a.k.a. snake bit) inner tube.
It feels like we may never leave …
… or get blown back here some day.
Levelland – James McMurtry, Jr.
Flatter than a tabletop
Makes you wonder why they stopped here
Wagon must have lost a wheel or they lacked ambition one
On the great migration west
Separated from the rest
Though they might have tried their best
They never caught the sun
So they sunk some roots down in the dirt
To keep from blowin’ off the earth
Built a town around here
And when the dust had all but cleared
They called it Levelland, the pride of man