Wide Open Skies

Hat tip to <a href="http://www.billingsgazette.net/h/blogs/citylights/?p=1732" title="City Lights">Ed Kemmick</a> for this one. He pointed me to <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2006/07/11/BAGO8JSQF61.DTL&hw=testicle&sn=001&sc=1000">a story</a> about a bicyclist trip through Montana and going to the testicle festival in Ryegate. I won't go into the difference in taste of calf "oysters" and bull "oysters" like the writer does but I will quote his last couple of paragraphs.<br />n<br />n<blockquote>And then it was back on the open road, ever eastbound. It's hard to figure what makes the big sky in Montana bigger than the sky anywhere else. Most places the sky is just the sky, dutifully starting at one horizon and continuing to the other one.<br />n<br />nIn Montana, the sky seems to start in a place farther away than a mere horizon and continue to uncharted territory on the other side. In between, it envelops a high range where, if deer and antelope do not necessarily play, at least they spend their days shaking their heads to shoo away the same ever-present biting flies that a solitary cyclist must do battle with. </blockquote><br />n<br />nWow, that description is so true about the Montana sky. It really struck me.<br />n<br />n<strong>In Montana, the sky seems to start in a place farther away than a mere horizon and continue to uncharted territory on the other side. Steve Rubenstein</strong>