Being a pop-culture junkie is hard on the road. No TV, no movies, only the books I brought with me (and I decided I would only read good-for-your-mind enriching books, so I've got philosophy and religion and sociology books, but no junk food. What was I thinking). So last night, since I already knew where the Wal-Mart was in town and I didn't have to worry about the sun going down on me with no place to sleep, I decided to hit the movies.
Movie hopping is very difficult in a theater where there are only a dozen other patrons, but I am crafty (and brought a book so I wouldn't mind sitting in the bathroom for half an hour) and managed to see both SWAT and The Order. My pop-culture sweet tooth is sated. Now I can go back to Marx.
Today was a pretty straight forward, just driving day. I am doubling back over territory I have already seen in order to get to the panhandle. The plus side of that is that I knew exactly where the library was in Bozeman (We'll ignore the fact that I still managed to get very, very, lost). The only real exciting thing I did all day was the Pathway through the Bible, in Joliet, Montana.
One day this guy found a rock, and for some reason, it reminded him of Abraham. (I saw the rock - I really don't know where he got that.) Before he knew it, that one rock had translated into an entire garden of rock scenes from the bible. He's got Mt. Ararat, Mt. Sinai, Abraham, Joseph, Lot's wife, the tree of knowledge, Adam and Eve (that one really took some imagination), grotto's, shrines, Mary's Well, the river Jordan, a rock Alpha and Omega, the sermon on the Mont, all the apostles, the manger... everything. It rocked.
And it is all free, and empty. You get to just wander around. Basically it is his own little obsession, in his own backyard, that he doesn't mind nosy folks poking around. Definitely a must see in Montana. Forget the Rockies, and see these rocks. Now that I have a blog, I feel like I have certain responsibilities. I absolutely cannot leave today, without requesting a moment of silence for Johnny Cash. Y'all have probably done that many times today, but I have to make you do it again. I am very sad.
I'm gonna go listen to Trick Pony, with him and Waylon singing "Big River". I suggest you all do the same.