log entry #002

{Bozeman > Boston}

a Ford Named Clementine

Ever get the itch to buy an old truck?

I started poking around the internet sometime in 2011 for an old jalopy. The search was on for something American, something simple, something timeless. When Dom heard this he leapt at the chance to take the slow roads all the way home to New England from Montana, where i found the perfect truck.

It was early December and we were in a truck with no plan. Before we left Bozeman we packed the bench seat with 5 new friends and got in a night of good ol’ fashioned country swing dancing. After that it was hot springs, Wyoming skies, a sea of stars in the Badlands and a host of greasy-spoons while only gravity pulled us back east.

Little Outdoor Giants was just a tiny idea on that drive halfway across America. And now here we are.

Taxidermy + Indoor Water Parks

Sometimes you really can’t make this stuff up. After a long-haul day somewhere west of the Mississippi it was getting late and a billboard for an indoor water-park appeared. The natural thing to do when you see a billboard for a waterpark is say “Yes”. Little did we know that the gas station where we filled up the truck before slip-sliding the night away down slides with 10-year olds would turn out to be the most epic taxidermy collection we’d ever seen. Apparently when you own a gas station in South Dakota and the coffee shop inside is vacant, you fill the space with your grandfather’s unbelievable vintage taxidermy collection.