Custer Station's sinewy change wasn't the only Montana highlight:
- Honorable mention: a billboard for the Testicle Festival ("the featured activity is the consumption of animal testicles, usually battered and fried")
- Honorable mention: a herd of unsupervised cows walking across the freeway overpass above me
- Bronze: A crop duster flying so close to the freeway, I waved from my car and he waved back.
- Silver: sinew
- Gold: the road side rest station where my discomfort overcame my snobbery. I sat on the airline-style toilet. A courtesy flush was in order, so flush I did. The resulting violent torrents of icy water penetrated every possible location, and even a few I'd have thought impossible. A geyser shot through my legs and splatted the stall door. The sensation was a unique waxing/enema/racking hybrid.