Choose Your Own Adventure Bus Trip

You're on the bus, somewhere past Butte but before Billings. The lights are dim, but not all turned off yet. Behind you, a blonde girl is talking to one of the Mormon missionaries. All the Mormon missionaries in Montana are on the move tonight, going from Livingston to Whitefish, from Missoula to Drummond. At each bus stop some of them get off, others get on. All in suits, with nametags. They talk like college students on their junior year abroad, about how cool the res is, have you met Sister X, Elder Y? They do a little trash-talking, rolling their eyes about one sister who was a pain in the bee-hind. You've been asleep; it's somewhere around 10 p.m. You look up, suddenly, at the windshield of the bus, and it's covered in rain drops. You didn't know it was raining. All of a sudden, the bus feels very large, and very safe.