Only insane people live in Montana

Granted, that's a spot analysis based on a very limited amount of data... and now that I think of it, I may actually know a few people who live in the state who have never given me any other cause to doubt their sanity. But when we pulled into Missoula to hunt down a hotel room with broadband, the outside temperature hit the highest level during our entire trek through Montana -- a balmy 12 degrees Fahrenheit. So glad none of the hotels in Deer Lodge had broadband, because I'm not sure I wanted to deal with the -7 degrees (Yep, once again that's fahrenheit... translating to about -22 for my Celsius-using friends, putting our current temp at -11C). The lowest it reached, at least that we noticed on the car's outside temperature gauge? -10F.

Friggin' cold. But, apparently, the roads are in better shape this direction than they are going through the Blue Mountains in Northeastern Oregon, and certainly there's less gravel around to put more chips in the windshield. Montana people may be insane, but at least they know it's better to put sand on the roads than large gravel.

Time to read a bit of fic (there look to have been a few updates during the day) and try to get some sleep.