Imagine a group of 8 in an odd-looking Dodge Sprinter van. City kids, most of us. Driving from Bozeman, MT, looking for the Broken Heart Ranch. Now, you'd think the ranch, being in the middle of nowhere, would have a sign labeling it to welcome guests. You'd also think the people driving shuttle buses to the event would know where the BHR is. But, no. So, we in our odd-looking van "took one for the team" so the bus driver wouldn't have to drive around looking, and we tried to find the place. We didn't realize that the place we stopped when the bus driver said "do you know where this place is?" was actually the place we were looking for! No, we drove and drove and we almost made it to Yellowstone (if you count "62 miles to Yellowstone "almost"), that's how far we drove. We turned around about 30 times (in a van that BEEPS when you are in reverse, I might add! I think Alan just liked to make the van go "beep"). Kelli and Lesley-Anne walked through the dark wilderness to a lumberyard/hunters lodge to ask for directions (isn't that the first scene in most horror films?). We eventually walked into dinner 45 minutes late. This is a picture of a mailbox at the lumberyard place as a memory of that unforgettable night. The whole ordeal was so funny that I laughed until I was weeping.
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