Leaving Yellowstone heading north we found ourselves in Montana. We had a lot to drive, because the state of Montana is bigger than then Poland. We stayed for a night near Butte. Found a nice place in a forest clearance that is also very popular with the locals. The spot was named by them as school bus flats. Our plan was to stay only for one night. After a while, we were invited by our camping neighbors to join them around the fire. And that’s how our relationship with the Snyder’s Family began. The clan is composed by Grandpa Wes, Grandma Shirley, Mother Diane, Father Skip, Son Jacob, Daughter Sasha, Daughter Natasha and five dogs. Night talks around the campfire about America, Europe, politics, history, about life. The next morning, Diane offered us local delicacies from the local patisserie. Little drops of heaven. And we were given hand-made blankets, made by Diane herself. We were surprised and just overwhelmed with it all. Grandfather Wes gave Sergio a quick course in firearms. Sergio, for the first time in his life, fired a pistol.
For technical reasons, we decided to stay for another night. While we were balancing the wheels in our vehicle, we went to see the Our Lady of the Rockies, which the inhabitants of Butte placed on top Continental Divide, overlooking Butte. It is a monument dedicated to the Blessed Virgin Mary, honouring all women, especially mothers.
The next evening, we were invited to the barbecue and the evening dragged into the night. That day Diane brought two three-month-old puppies – Tiger (Tiger) and Winston. Marzena almost kidnapped one of them.
The problem in the car turned out to be more serious and “forced” us to stay in Butte for a few days. Our new friends lent us a lawn and their home. We had dinner and a much needed shower. That same evening, we went with Diane and Sasha to the movies. Not to a regular studio but to a drive-in cinema J. For Marzena it was the first time, for Sergio a return to his South African childhood memories. It’s worth mentioning that the facility has been in operation since 1978 and still run by the same family.
We spent two more days in Butte spoiled by Diane and Skip. The repair of the car was serious enough that we were directed to Missoula, to another workshop.
Dear Diane, Skip, Jake, Sasha, Grandpa Wes and Grandma Shirley and all the other family members we met, THANK YOU again for your warm welcome, all your help and hospitality. You will always remain in our memory. There is nothing like hospitality in Butte, Montana.