GlassRoad Arrives!

Epic blipmeet of two 15 year on-line buds who've never laid eyes on each other. I met GR at the airport with Groucho Marx glasses with moustache and furry eyebrows and, of course, red balloons...and she knew immediately it was me. We dashed from a relatively clear Missoula up to a very smoky, mountainless Bitterroot and the promised glass of bubbles, Humbolt Fog cheese and bison summer sausage. Much babbling ensued as plans to escape the smoky 'root were formed. The lazy cow went to bed after flying 35 hours to get here....no staying power. I'm one happy blipper!