Our first vacation was to Kalispell Montana. I met all of Baxter's extended family for the first time. Baxter's grandparents have a house on Lake Blaine that you are able to walk out the door and walk straight down to the lake. Montana is gorgeous in the wintertime.
Lake Blaine is a smaller lake in Montana. As you can see, there aren't a lot of people. This lake is not open to the public so it isn't very busy.
So on our way back from Montana we ran out of gas about 1 mile off the freeway. It was soooo cold. Our options were to walk to a gas station or hitch hike. We figured since we hadn't had that experience yet we got out of the car and Baxter tells me "don't worry, my uncle was a trucker they are nice." I was thinking, right. I hear about all those horror stories and none of them turn out good. I was so scarred. So we put our thumbs out and the first person to stop was a trucker. I was hoping so bad it would of been someone else. So this older man stops and asks us if we need a ride and we get in the bucket seat. I'm sitting on Baxter's lap and the guy starts driving towards the next gas station and he starts to feed the birds out the window. Baxter talks to him like they've been friends and I'm sweating bullets thinking, we should have said our goodbyes. Needless to say, all truckers are not that mean, scarry yes, but not mean. We got to the gas station and then hitch hiked back to our car. Just a small detour and a fun story to tell!
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I've never heard that story! It will be a "good one to tell the kids." I loved it. Very funny. I think I would've been just as nervous as you!
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