Howdy, everyone. I'm heading for the Milk River Country in northern Montana bright and early tomorrow morning, and I can't hardly wait to look out of the window as the plane approaches Great Falls (you'll know where the city got its name, if you've read one of the greatest adventure stories every told, The Journal of Lewis and Clark), to view the upper Missouri river as it bi-sects one of my favorite western towns.
I'm going where the only electronics that will matter are my hand-held GPS, although I wouldn't want to mis-represent this as a trip into the wilderness. It's just that out where you measure the size of properties by the number of "sections" (each one comprised of one square mile), as opposed to acres, it's pretty easy to get turned around on your way back to the ranch house for dinner. Meanwhile, either this message or another will appear every day, to give you a new place to talk tennis, while I'm gone. I'll be back in a week, after which it will be business as usual. Happy trails.
-- Pete