You never know what's lurking out there . . .

Today Dean had a story on the news about a couple of guys who escaped from the Montana state pen. One of them is the doofus who was shooting his mouth off about kidnapping David Letterman’s kid from his place in Choteau, northeast of here. The other was a burglar. Dean had e-mailed earlier to tell me they were thought to be in the Swan Valley, just on the other side of the Mission Mountains, and could be headed in our direction.

Dean just called to make sure I had the doors locked. Turns out they caught one of the guys near highway 35, around the 16 mile marker. That’s eight miles from our house. Not sure which one they caught, but the other one’s still out there.

All the doors and windows are locked, Woody’s on full alert status, or at least presumably willing to be awakened to become semi-alert if needed. Here I thought the only things I had to worry about coming down from the Missions were bears and very aggressive squirrels.