Bitterroot Valley Yeah, right. What're you gonna do, punch me?

Yeah um. We didn't live up here until winter. I think I saw over here then. Or if it wasn't, it was similar enough that he imagined he'd seen it -- just flat or rolling wastes under a blanket of white. But he probably had been paying more attention to the mountain above, which would have been smoking more then.

He nodded, Yeah. My mom made the pack and stuff. Legion. So like we're there with my siblings and um, others. A pause, pondering, Are the forests up there nice? I really haven't been much farther north than this. He hadn't had a reason to. He still didn't have a reason to, he needed to stay home so that he could help his mom.