As we drove on, I peered out of my passenger window. The sky was overcast. Probably due to the snow that had fallen the day prior. It was the start of May 2009, and the sky was still producing snow in Montana's Big Sky Country. Not a lot, but enough. During my last evening in Montana, it was snowing.
It seemed like a sign. Montana didn't want me and I didn't want anything to do with Montana.
"This was such a mistake" I grumbled in my head as I sunk deeper into the seat of my car. I tried to read a favorite book, but i got restless with the predictable outcome. I texted you, saying I had left. You called me a quitter.
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I loved Montana. I mean I still love it. It's breath-taking. I woke up to a view of the Gallatin Valley Mountains everyday. I finally knew what people meant when they said 'powder' and 'radical'. People weren't being ironic when they dressed up as Mountain Men and drank PBR. Well, maybe they were. I could never tell.
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