The worst thing about nearly dying in Yellowstone was that he hardly got to see any of Montana. Sure, he’d seen Alaska. But the mountains in one state were far different from the mountains in another, and he’d wanted a chance climb these mountains and experience what all the fuss about Montana was about. Butte, though, was a great town. He learned more about the history of copper mining in his short time there than he’d thought possible. Father Moore fed him full of pasties (a Butte specialty) and copper mining and family history. He’d have to come back here.