How’s this for frontier life? Just east of Missoula on Sunday, we saw 22 bighorn sheep blocking the entrance to a post office. There were other out-of-staters like me stopping to gawk, but then a woman from Montana drove up and nudged her car forward until 21 of them had scattered and one lone ram remained. The rest of us watched, holding camera phones in the air from a distance, as the woman drove around the ram, mailed her letter, and then drove back around him and headed straight off to her next errand. And I thought, is it more quintessential Montana to see 22 bighorn sheep standing around the post office, or to see a woman who treats them as a mundane nuisance?
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