by cheri goodkind block
On my way out of Helena, I noticed this stout historical building that bore my maiden name Block. I wondered who Misters Goodkind and Block were. After consulting the Helena history of this building, I learned that Mr. Wise and Mr. Goodkind ran a wine, liquor, and cigar building in the late 1890’s on this block.
On to Bozeman, Montana, and a morning of fly fishing.
We left Helena for the short drive to Bozeman down Highway 12. I’ve visited Bozeman before but had entered from the North Yellowstone direction. Always on the photographic lookout for horses, I saw in the distance behind a large cattle truck, behind a large Swift 18-wheeler, behind a chubby silver Airstream pulled by a ginormous black Dodge duelie, I saw….a herd of black horses grazing on the hillside.
Oh Goody-Goodkind, I thought and rolled the window down so the bugs that had met their smattered death on my side window would not spoil my photograph. The driver, my husband, immediately rolled his side down to adjust the air pressure in his inner ear. As you can imagine, it was a noisy, smoky din in the car.
I snapped a burst of photos and Miss Block-Wisely said, ” Those horse aren’t moving.”
That’s because they are sculptures, Miss Block.
We entered Bozangeles (unfortunately, the California zeitgeist has begun to permeate Montana) in time to find our lodging and prepare ourselves for some serious river fishing.
I’d like to note here, for the record, that I caught a 7 inch baby rainbow. How I hooked it, I do not know.
When one travels to a place like Montana, where for the most part, people are in the minority of living things, one begins to wonder about so many different things.
What was this place like when Meriwether Lewis and William Clark came through the area in 1804 with the Corps of Discovery?
What would it be like to go to the store without battling traffic?
Will the massive immigration from within and without that is clogging the West Coast from Vancouver, Canada, to San Diego, California, continue on like an invasive plant, eating up open space?
Will there be trout in the Madison for my great grandchildren?