Today, we used some of our allotted joy miles to drive to Havre, Montana (pronounce Hav-er, but more on that later).
We went on a tour of Havre's historical underground. In 1904, arson burnt down a large part of downtown Havre, except for the building's basements, which were refurbished into what became Havre's literal underground. The seedy underbelly of small-town Montana, if you will. The maze of underground businesses included a saloon, bordello and opium den! Less scandalous enterprises were also underground and today, many more exhibits have been added to give a complete sense of Havre at the turn of the century. It is also supposedly haunted by the ghost of a notorious bootlegger but we didn't see anything.
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| Saloon |
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| Saloon |
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| Bordello |
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| Bordello |
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| Bordello |
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| Pharmacy |
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| Cuz who doesn't love heroin tablets?! |
On the tour, we learned the origin of the town's name, Havre (pronounced Hav-er like I said before). Apparently it was named by French Canadians who wanted to give the town's name an American twist but the local legend goes that two men were fighting over a girl and finally one of them stood up and shouting, "You can have 'er!" Either way, the town was pretty neat.
We got lunch (Warning: I might become an accidental vegetarian just from being with Mandy all the time) and visited Walmart. We're probably going back on Friday to get monster ice cream cones from the local ice cream shop and do other fun stuff! Now rehearsal time...
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