Addie
Chef Extraordinaire
On the Eastern side, south of Buffalo...
All we ever saw were rolling hill after rolling hill. We began to understand why the buffalo left the plains. Nothing there for them to see. At least in Montana you have mountains, a diner here and there and even a gas station every so often. One time we stopped on the outskirts of Missoula. There was an old rusty gas tank and some man that was even older tending to it. He couldn't understand our Boston accent. Spike couldn't understand his western accent. Spike finally gave up and told me to do the talking. then when we stopped off at a diner, it was full of ranchers. Spike said he wasn't going to go through "that" again. So he just pointed out on the menu what he wanted. I was surprised at how quickly I was able to slip right back into a western accent. You just have to make the sounds come from the back of your throat. That is why I can yodel and my kids can't. Bostonians don't do that. We only use our hard palate to talk.