Tail spins and big stars on the road to Montana

On a last minute whim, Derik and I decided to (naively) pop over to Montana, a state that neither he or I had ever been. If there was ever a joke about bad drivers, it might start something like this: "a guy from Los Angeles and a girl from NYC were driving down an icy road in Montana…".

In a matter of hours after leaving Salt Lake City and passing through Idaho, the air quickly dropped from a mild 40°F to a sub-zero temperatures. As we drove naively through the night, we suddenly hit a patch of black ice that sent us spinning. My advice: don’t ever think that you can take a two-wheel drive down a road in the dead of winter in Montana… and not come out nearly peeing yourself.

As a retribution for nearly killing us, Montana did give us the most stellar views. Looking into the endless sky, it felt as if we were driving under a dome dotted with millions, upon millions of stars. This was what I came here for: the Big Sky State… a place where time ceased to exist and we were just observers.