Throngs of people didn't show. We didn't really need the 4 buses but we had a great time anyway. I finally shut down operations in my Deerlodge storage after a 12.5 year run. most of the stuff in there had turned to dust but my antique dresser which wasn't and my industrial sewing machine are in route to Lithicum, MD. Thanks to all who made this possible.

MISSOULA 2004

I didn't bring my fly-rod

Touch down Thursday at The Uof EM! players: Vincedaddy Hiss-sef, Laurie Elaine, John and Morgan.

The new Northern Tier of the new Saulausus Stadium of the University of Montana.

That is just an optical illusion and a play on light......never mind.

Catalytic

Charlie Hopkins and his wife Eleanora!

Shanye and Dr. Doolittle!

From right to left: Hannah-bannana Williams, Wendy, Shayne, Charlie Hopkins and newest brightest star in Missoula: Nicole!!!!!!!

Hazzu-Babbah and his extended family: Emmanuela, Dahlane, Laurie (the boy-girl) and Elani

Charles Winthrope Hopkins IV and Co.

The new fron-tier

John Webb and ever star-gazing Greg Ennis

Vince-A-lausus Taryn-a-lishus and the Robguy.

The The

The newly renovated Penoso Building for Intellectual Development and Ethos Studies.

ESTACION DE MILUAKEE

Clark's fork

Everybody's Dancin! Laura, Marky-marc, bad-boy Greg and the lovely of lovelies, his wife-Laura, daughter Judy, and the evil twins: Lauire (the Boy-Girl) and Taryn (not-so evil anymore!). They have actually grown to be conjoined.

"It fell into my black bean soup and grew."

EVIL ANYMORE

2 jars of bootleg Arbonne member grease and rejuvenating poltice with 101 uses.

Hidden Grateful Dead t-shirt not washed in 3 days worn for 4.






	There is a craze across the country with the attachment of animal likenesses and charity functions. Missoula is no different....Kewl huh. the grizzlies above. the newest shinning star in msla at left! Nicole from Down-yonder, I mean yonkers.

	John blowing out the candles of the otherwise too many to count for his cake. I nearly started a fire at my birthday party. LOL!

	Wild horses can be broken! YiHaw!
Way back when, when playing hackey sack was the rage....we thought we were cool. Well now let's string up some webbing across a 2 trees and do the vince balancing act.....sounds like fun huh? uh, that aint vince ok, i'd be in traction for a week.


	Laura is whacha call sauced! I am just humoring her until john could lure her into the car with an empty schmidst beer can and get her home so she could sleep it off..... woof! woof!
	If You guys are ever in Dillon, please stop by the Sweet Leaf Coffee Shop. It is owned operated by my dear friends Sara and Andrew! This isn't your typical Starbucks kinda place. They've got great sandwiches , coffee and cookies with the recipes passed down from generations. It is located roughly caddy corner to the Pategonia outlet! Tell'em Big Vince sent 'cha... A separate section on my Dillon stay to follow.
	Daybreak in the Bitterroot Valley

	When in Missoula and you need a new $6500.00 Cannondale that you are afraid to get dirty PLEASE stop by Open Road Bicycles on Orange Street and See DAN (owner, operator, slum lord;Arbonne warehouser). As you can See Danny keeps his bike in his bed room where he can keep shiny and dust free.
Beaver Rock, I think...where Lewis and Clark hiked up this big fat rock and said we are $$&^&#^*&^ lost.
	Jefferson River
	Jeanne This is what is left of the wire hangers I stole from you one summer in 1984.
	I am hoping to go on this in January....

The Big Move I moved to DeadLodge in the fall of 1992 after a triumphant return to the garden city with my career off and running. Everything was set. The planets aligned. The Boy-Girl was in town with her evil twin. and around the fouth of July we had a snow storm in Missoula....What could be more perfect? Not DeadLodge. I was 85 miles from the garden city and complained I wasn't closer; I never got any closer. My contract assignments took me further and further away from my friends and the garden city, where my heart will always yearn for it's impartial welcome. My storage area became at times a home away from home during my more drastic escapades-literally. The unit came equipted with a light and electricity and more than once I knew myself to curl up with my -10 degree slumberjack sleeping bag and the hobo spiders and pass the time reading my old school notes with all my possesions at the time. Now in the twillight of my life, I imagine to find uses for the boxes of outdated clothes, school books, and crap i haven't seen or remembered I owned in 13 years. I have shipped a fortune through UPS for the darkroom equipment, 4x5 cameras, tools and did i say crap to where I live. My wife wants to see a few Picassos for what I have spent on this epic. But, you know I made this entire trip happen. Looking back at this fall of 2004 I was able to reach out and touch myself one more time, touch the people I love, and embrace the land that I remember as my home.
	This was the move of the century
	Near twin bridges
	Butte Montana is sometimes known as the armpit, but Billings has to be referenced somewhere as some body part.
	This is the empty trailer that will remain as such. I didn't require a permit to haul garbage across the country.

ZITRAT

I have known Sara and Andrew for nearly 58 years. uhhhhhhh-no. I mean about 25 years or there abouts; I embellish just a tad. For the years since Missoula we have managed to stay in touch and I have watched their children grow from knee high to a pole bean to the young adults they are today. What? Wait a minute Chester....Dylan is a sophomore and "Little" Gracie, who is taller than the author, is 5'9" and in the 8th grade...The only consolation I have is that I was in the eighth grade too!...Anyway, My friends are among greatest parents of children I know.
	Dylan and Gracie: The best kids on the planet
The table I didn't think my wife would be happy with me bringing home. Sara and Andrew were so nice to take it...I had a moment alone with my table moments before I took this picture.
	ZITRAT: HANDS AS FAST AS LIGHTENING
Andrew and Bass. Greyhound with pneumonitis.
	Sara, LARRY, Andrew and Gracie (mini-me) Larry is seen biting Andrew's knee and ripped a hole in his jeans. The dog also ripped a terribly deep gash below Andrews knee-cap and required 211 stitches which eventually led to an artificial knee and hip replacement. The town tried everything to prevent the owner from dragging this animal out into the country, because of the ban for discharging firearms in town, and shooting it to death with an elephant gun and flame thrower; to no avail. The remains of Larry were scooped up by an animal rights group, after hours of sifting the charred area under the ancient 1846 Na-Na birch that sits at the north end of the reservoir, and half filled a 1 pound folgers coffee can. But he was just a pup!