They're Baaack

We spent this evening applauding, clapping our hands together wildly in a frantic effort to clobber mosquitoes. How annoying. Finally the weather gives us a reprieve from the 22 degree, nose-freezing nights and the mosquitos decide to go breeding again.

I'm not sure which is worse, freezing my thumbs off, or using them to annihilate bugs.

"Quick, turn out the light. Open the door and shine the flashlight into the woods. Mosquitoes are stupid, they'll fall for it." No just my luck we happen to be camping among the only intelligent members of the insect family. Time for another standing ovation. Sigh! Back inside.

Visiting History

We visited history today in Virginia City. The wooden walk that we strolled down and the hitching post we stopped to rest at, may have been the same ones used by Bummer Dan years ago.

Virginia City is a perfectly preserved town. It was once the largest in Montana and the trading capitol of the territory. Gold was found here in the 1860's and the city boomed.

Evelyn at the Vigilante Gift Shop loaned us some gold nuggets to use while photographing. (Even frogs should have their hay day.) She didn't bat an eye that a frog would be visiting her city. "In the Summer, we get over half a million visitors through here," she told us. Evelyn gave us some tips on where to go and what to visit and pointed out the marker on the hill where five of the famous Virginia City outlaws had been buried.