Thanks, everyone. I don't remember a run-in with Blackfoot Indians. I did have a good Blackfoot Indian friend in Portland, Vivian. She and her husband Bob once drove from Portland to her relatives on the reservation in northern Montana in one day. They couldn't make it all the way to their place, so Bob shut the car off in the middle of the trail (no fences, lights, cars, just open prairie) and they laid the car seats down to sleep. A very loud whistling of "Buffalo Gals" reared them out of their seats. They couldn't see anyone. Bob got on his spotlight and looked all around, nothing. He walked down the trail, still nothing. When they got to her folks place in the morning, Vivian told them about the whistling. They said,"Oh, its just the ghost of that old trader that was killed here many years ago." True story.
Longcruise, I don't know when we will be done, but we are working at it.
