It's not that I don't like people

As we drove north the temperature headed south.

We’d spent a few days visiting friends and family in Livingston, shopped a bit in Bozeman, and were on our way home to Malta.

It’s always fun to see the economic vitality and growth in that part of the state, but it’s become another one of those places that are nice to visit but I sure wouldn’t want to live there.

Instead, I live in a place few folks visit, and fewer still want to make their home. However, that’s a big part of the appeal for me.

It’s not that I don’t like people. I just don’t want to bump into them or get stuck...