A Dementor in Metropolitan Form
Butte, MT makes me feel like I will never be happy again. Once the “richest hill on Earth,” Butte has been ravaged by some kind of mystical entity. It doesn’t help that I’m here on a Sunday, when the Lord commands everyone in Montana to shut themselves in their homes.
I did find a place to stay really easily though. I literally did not even have to look anywhere. I was talking to this Animal Whisperer/Communicator (that’s what her nametag said). I had asked her where the closest park was. That was a mistake. I got the unabridged version of her quest to seek out one of her former cats that “all signs pointed to was dead.” She said she was getting a vibe that the cat was still alive though. She told me to watch my back when I’m in Missoula, Butte, Kalispell, Tucson, AZ, Phoenix and Seattle. Bozemann, MT is apparently a safe place though.
Anyway, a man overheard her lunacy and he and I got to talking. Turns out he hosts Couchsurfers all the time so I’m crashing with him tonight. Thank you, animal whisperer for bringing our paths together!