The GF and I climbed the west slope of Going to the Sun Road to Logan Pass. We didn't bring enough food with us. One the way down there was construction work that resulted in uni-directional travel. We had to stop and wait for about 15 min. I jokingly asked a young girl who was flagging if there was one of those food trucks you often see at construction sites. She went to a truck, came back with a granola bar out of her own lunch and gave it to us.

Many years before that, while riding across the country, I met a townie at a coin-op laundry. Yadda, yadda yadda...Glad I just happened to have gotten a motel room that day. Years later I found out she got arrested for allegedly cooking meth. Her first name was....wait for it...Crystal.