BUTTE, MONTANA ( Pronounced like /b-yoot\ but I called it "butt" the whole time. You'll understand why later.
We drove a short 2.5 hours from Yellowstone to Butte so we could get an oil change on the RV and to get the tires looked at again just to make sure everything is still okay. We always called ahead to each place to make sure they could accommodate an RV of this size and to make sure they had availability, but every time we pulled up, they said they were really busy and couldn't see us. That happened twice! So we tried one last repair shop and got right in and got the oil changed on the RV and the generator. The mechanic working with the gen said that he doesn't like that brand because he's had issues in the past with them not starting and and we told him that we've never had an issue with it and it's been great.
Well guess what? Ever since we left his shop, our generator won't start. UGH! Thankfully, since it's so cool out up here we don't need it while driving, but still!! Just another thing that needs fixing.
So anyway, at the campground we stayed in there was a place called The Chicken Shack and we decided to try it out. The menu didn't have much, but at the last second I changed my order to a "21 piece popcorn shrimp basket". 21 is an awfully specific number, but okay. Tim got a 4 piece chicken basket and we ate outside in the cool air.
A couple hours later as I'm getting ready for bed, I start to get really nauseous - which isn't that out of the ordinary for me, especially when I get very tired - so I brushed it off and went to sleep. An hour later, I wake up so nauseous that I ran to the bathroom and yep... there's my dinner again. I'll spare you all the details, but basically I had food poisoning. Yum. It wasn't the most pleasant night for me.
What did I learn from that experience? Don't order seafood so far inland from a placed called The Chicken Shack.
So there's my "Butt", Montana story!
