Crossroads

A couple of years ago, on one of my not infrequent wanderings, I had been prowling the town of Great Falls, Montana, taking in sights and embracing the history. About the middle of the afternoon, I decided to press on. I didn’t have any particular destination in mind or any time schedule. I was like “the bear that went over the mountain to see what he could see.”

A few miles outside of town, I came to a crossroad. There was a road sign with an arrow pointing to the town of Belt. That was an interesting sounding name and, having never been there, it seemed like a good enough reason to go take a...