You
have to love the film City Slickers with Billy Crystal and, of course, Jack Palance, whose grimy, tobacco-chewing cowboy
was one of the finest depictions in the genre since John Wayne…even if it was satire. And every time I think about the
film, I think about dude ranching on Montana. I have to face facts myself. While I lived for years in Colorado, Seattle,
other far-off places, I am a full blown city slicker myself now, so notions of dude ranches flutter in my skull quite
often. How great it would be, I sometimes think to myself, to live again in a place where the tallest things around are
trees and cliffs.
Well, this story out of
Montana helped rekindle my notions of Montana and the West as the great, gaping place to get away from it all.
Written by the Copy Chief for Fodros, one Linda Schmidt, she headed to Choteau, Montana and worked for the month of
November as a cook at the Seven Lazy P guest ranch outside of Choteau. Take a
read of her interesting little tale.