A trip to the East Glacier area of Montana is like going back in time. Picture two old gents sitting on the porch of Thronson’s General Store, Babb, Montana. Their heads track simultaneously, right to left, as they keep an eye on the lone, helmetless, Harley rider passing through town. A cat leaps onto the railing in front of them and two sets of eyes turn to acknowledge the stray. This is the land of “Mo’ Betta Fireworks” and “Autentic Western Memobilla.” We are on a four-day vacation away from Fort McMurray after thirty-five straight days of work for my husband. This allows us enough time to take a sixty-minute…