We are on our way to Bozeman, MT today. A funny incident happened at the airport. There was a very nice lady that was helping us get checked in at the kiosk. She was talking to Troy, and she asked him how old he was. He told her that he was four, but that his birthday was coming up soon. She told Troy that she wouldn't see him on his birthday, but she hoped he had a nice party. Troy then proceeded to invite this complete stranger to his party, and he told her that she didn't even need to bring a present. The woman was speechless. You could tell that she was trying to figure out how to get out of the invite without hurting Troy's feelings. I came to her aid, telling Troy that she'd think about it. The woman latched onto my lifeline, and genuinely thanked Troy for the invitation.
We arrived in Bozeman to find the weather in the 50s, which was a welcome reprieve from the heat we had lived through all summer in Texas. We secured a car and then had lunch at Sidewinders American Grill, where we had the "S"idewinder Pretzel, which was a giant soft pretzel in the form of an "S." The bread was so soft it practically melted in your mouth, and it tasted slightly of garlic and cheese. My wife had the chicken pot pie, and Troy and I had hamburgers, but none of it compared to the pretzel.
We then drove to West Yellowstone to check into the Kelly Inn. The drive was absolutely beautiful. It wound along the river through the mountains carpeted in green spruce trees. The sky was full of large, white clouds, and the sun took turns sliding behind them and bathing the road in gold. Aspen trees dotted the green with their yellow leaves fluttering in the wind. And we were graced with glimpses of a bald eagle, a raven, and a red-tailed hawk. I guess that starts our animal encounter. But Troy saw none of it, because he was asleep on the backseat.
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