We have departed Kalispell and the luxuries of a grand hotel this Saturday. So much for a frugal and Spartan journey enroute to Las Vegas. As we pulled taut the last strap and mounted our steeds a parade of the regional Shriners society proceeded to block our exit on Main street. Go-karts, Quads, convertibles, an organ towed on a trailer and silly bucket hats with tassels. Yes, seniors from Montana sure know how to have a good time. Too bad a society dedicated to enriching children's lives made them look like boys. Everyone can be young at heart. Last night I went to check out the only nightclub in Kalispell and after walking away in disgust at the foam party theme stumbled upon Salsa dancing in the adjacent hall of the same building. I took tips from anyone who would give them to me and finally found a groove I could enjoy in Montana. The weather is cool but not nearly so cold as Canada's. We should be feeling a significant change over the coming weeks.
Everybody seems to think I have a strange accent, but relatively few Americans guess Canadian first. With the name Shamus, obviously some guess Irish, but Australian or Scottish or British?
Well, I apologize for the lack of pictures. Keep checking for a gallery of Thomas to be posted soon;)
