The sun didn’t clear a strip of haze at the horizon until 6:40, and it was dark before 9 last night. The seasons do change. This is the last week, but it is full. Noah and his mother stayed with us on their way home from Seattle to Minneapolis/St. Paul. Noah moved about the schoolhouse easily playing his concertina or the bad piano downstairs. We will be going home soon too. But we will leave feeling more part of this place.
Down the road from Harlowton, Shawmut is another small town with cafe, church, school and post office. Arville and Elaine Lammers live on the Lammers family ranch 9 miles to the north. They are the first true locals to invite us to eat with them without the cover of our local cousins. There were others there that we have met, but didn’t really know. We ate Arville’s special BBQ and talked with ease. We are not exactly like these locals, but we are not exactly different either.
