Greetings all. Boy-howdy has it been an interesting 48 hours.
Before I forget, Major 2, PM sent.
To start, Monday night I was rather violently accosted at the gas station. A guy was hiding behind my truck, and when I was preoccupied with unlocking the door to my truck, he grabbed me. I managed to get ungrabbed (I think I broke his finger in the process), and introduce him to the business end of one of John Browning’s creations. It was at that point that he decided his chances would be better elsewhere, and left the area at a high rate of speed. Local PD was called, I made my report, and life continues.
Then moving on to yesterday and my drive over to Great Falls for my monthly exodus. It snowed pretty hard for the whole drive, and at one point I was cruising along at about 25, when a snow plow passes me…about 50 feet off to the left. Turns out I had strayed from the road and was happily bouncing around through a poor farmer’s pasture. I aimed for the plow truck and followed him to town. I’m not sure how long I had been “off roading,” but it all worked out in the end.
Then, finally, today I spent 6 hours inside of an airplane fuel tank. That was quite a time, swimming around is carcinogenic/flammable fluid, crammed in like so many sardines. I get to do it all over again tomorrow.
—TK