Karbon Kounty Moos

RPPC not addressed or posted, but written on the back:
Aug 16th 1922
This is the main street at Belfry Montana. The hotel is indicated by the arrow.
M.A.Z.

I’m considering inviting Charles J. Hanley for coffee.

Here’s his AP article from this morning’s Billings Gazette.

This is an unused Sanborn RPPC. I have never seen this image before. I’m thinking of taking photos at the same locations the photographers of some of my favorite cards used. I’d like to see the differences over the years. I will wait until it’s warmer, though. It’s 6 above now.

The back of the card:

Postmarked 12 Oct 1910 from Red Lodge, Montana. Mailed to Mr. N.V. Hoffman, U.S.S. Newark, Guantanamo, Cuba
“Dear Pal - Are you afraid to send me some views from there or don’t they make Post Cards? I am tired to-day. Just got over a fair. I will write shortly,
Floyd

Here’s a street scene in Red Lodge with Mount Maurice in the background.

This morning I had breakfast in Red Lodge at the Cafe Regis and said goodbye to my newfound friends, Elizabeth and Steve.

We met the other afternoon. I was in the laundromat washing a down comforter. They were obviously traveling, so I asked if they were staying in town or hitting the road. It’s a curse, being shy. Elizabeth immediately picked up on the vestiges of my accent. We soon discovered that we had been as close to being neighbors in New York as it gets.

There was so much to talk about that we decided to meet for supper later. We enjoyed a great dinner and company that night at the Carbon County Steakhouse.

Incredibly, we kept finding more things in common. Steve’s parents had owned a grocery in Queens. My father and grandparents owned a grocery in Brooklyn.

Elizabeth mentioned Wurtsboro. I asked about the gliders. Aside from being world travelers, they’re both pilots!

This morning they told me about a trip that they took yesterday through Elk Basin, to Powell and on to Cody.

They unknowingly drove right past the farm and out to where our cattle ran.

Springtime in the Rockies - and all that jazz. . .

They have.

On the back is printed: Photo by Edw. Cenis Bear Creek, Mont.
I imagine it’s the same Ed who wrote on the front of the card. This RPPC was never mailed. Unfortunately, there are no dates. Any ideas?

“Winter” storm warning. It has been snowing on and off since Thursday night. I had to go to Red Lodge yesterday. I was ordered to the Clinic when I admitted that I had a fever. Well, I finally found the thermometer. I first went in on Monday morning and was sent home with antibiotics, orders NOT to take my methotrexate and a bag full of tricks.

So yesterday I was thrilled to have to get myself as together as humanly possible for the drive over “the hill”. I took my co-pilot, for company, and so she’d quit flinging herself at the picture windows. Sugar’s getting to be quite a little chunk, and I’m not sure how strong those windows are.

The ride wasn’t bad, there was only real snow from Washoe to Red Lodge. It was snowing like mad there. I was looked at again, and sent to the pharmacy with new prescriptions. I felt like roadkill, but since I was out I picked up some groceries (frozen pizzas), and staggered into Subway for a sandwich.

When I got home I ate three bites of the sandwich and gave the rest to the dogs. Sugar ate the olives, tomatoes and lettuce that Ty and Lucky spit out. I’m hoping that this levaquin will kick in and that I can keep ignoring the RA symptoms. I still feel like roadkill.

The other thing about this snow - it makes skunky smelling dogs (and cats) renew their odor.

It was a last minute decision. Let’s go somewhere. Let’s do something. I have half a hundred things that I should be doing, but. . . they will still be there later. No one else is going to do them. N suggested a ride. Good idea - as long as we didn’t head to Red Lodge or the Beartooth Pass. Not on Sunday, at the beginning of the tourist season. The thought of driving behind motor homes up the switchbacks, and then on to Cooke City wasn’t appealing. We headed out on the gravel. Not far from home we found these cows in search of shade.

I drove through Elk Basin and cut across to Frannie, Wyoming. A bit further south we stopped for something to eat. Bad move. We walked in the cafe and looked at the salad bar. Hmmmmm. The mushrooms were rotting. I don’t like mold with my fungus. The lone waitress directed us to a booth. It smelled like bleach. The table was wet. So was the seat. The waitress moved us to a dry booth, and tossed the menus on the table. I said, “I hope that the kitchen is cleaner than the menus”, as the waitress brought N’s coffee to the table. N opened a half and half container and poured it in her cup. It curdled. We walked out.

Crossing back to the car, I suggested knocking on someone’s door and begging for a meal. A few people were coming out of the LDS Church. We asked a woman if she had any ideas on a place in Lovell to eat. Lovell has never been known for its fine dining. The lady told us where not to eat. I continued south. We stopped at Minchow’s Food Court. The teens working there were very entertaining.

I was still eating my ice cream cone when I noticed the Buelingos from the previous post. The next stop was one of the overlooks in the Bighorn Canyon. There are incredible views from every direction. I was amazed by the speed (and the sound) of the swallows that buzzed over my head.

Wait until I tell you about the horses.