I figured maybe I could learn something about the land and culture over a mercantile transaction of sorts.

I ended up in the Bear’s Den: part gas station, part convenient store, part gift shop. Everything in the gift shop was terrible. I feel bad saying that, but everything was obviously mass produced plastic crap depicting some weird “pan-Indian” aesthetic. There was nothing that was locally made, and I just couldn’t bring myself to purchase one of the little monuments to a stereotype.

I know Robert came from Glasgow Scotland. I wonder if the Chiefs could understand his thick Scottish accent.