Addie
Chef Extraordinaire
You sure it was Missoula, Addie? Sounds more like Eastern Montana. Missoula sits in a bowl with all sides formed by a different mountain range: Bitterroot, Mission and Sapphire, 5 rivers flow into the valley.
It was Missoula. It was our first stop for gas and to eat heading East. The diner was outside of town. It was a stand-alone building. Nothing else in sight except for the mountains. There may have been other mountains to my right, but I only looked to my left. They weren't that far off. The flat land didn't look suitable for anything. Not even to feed cattle on. It had a desert look to it. This was back in the early 80's.
I remember thinking as I heard the men talking about their farms and ranches that it seemed like they lived far off. Why would anyone drive such a long distance just to meet up with friends for breakfast. And their plates were piled really high with food. Pancakes, two or three eggs, a couple of different kinds of meat, etc. They sure could eat.
We have driven cross-country three times. And there are certain things that you see and remember. On one of our trips we stop in Bozeman. That too was on the outskirts. There was a bunch of cattle pens filled with bulls. We needed gas and the attendant was an old man. I think he was one of the original settlers of Montana in the 1800's. And the one gas tank was an old rusty red one. He walked so slow and could hardly move. He was surprised that we stopped there for gas. My son got out and helped him. Then he wasn't sure what he should charge us. The meter on the tank didn't work. My son had a general idea of how much gas the tank could hold and what the going cost was at that time, so he gave him the cash. By that time we didn't dare ask him if he took credit cards.