I sit on the edge of a huge, grassy, rolling prairie that looks like it goes forever. I'm at the edge of Glacier National Park where there are an abundance of pines and quaking aspen with a backdrop of jagged mountain peaks commanding the land.
My goal is to gather research on the countryside and the Blackfeet Tribe, whose headquarters is Browning some 12 miles away. I haven't been disappointed so far. I'm finding that you can't always believe what you read. Local folks are much more succinct in describing their way of life and generally leave out all of the PC nonsense going around these days. They aren't afraid to call themselves Indians.
The North American Indian Days pow wow is going on now. The grand entry was last night. Awesome regalia. Tribes from all over the U.S. and Canada are represented. Once I figure out my new camera, I'll post a few pictures to ponder. Meanwhile, breakfast is calling, so I must go and soothe the savage belly!
I already know that I'm going to need to change my storyline, so the wheels are turning. At least I didn't write the whole book before I discovered it.