Last night at Black Sandy State Park we were by the edge of a reservoir. If I lived in Helen MT, I too would own a boat and get the hell out of there for the lake first thing on Saturday a.m. As it was, we had a pleasant evening and a.m. watching the others ski-doo, fish, water ski, row, paddle, and otherwise enjoy the water. It was hot! Leaving for Missoula and points east, we went over McDonald Pass at 6320 feet, but it didn't feel high, as in Tahoe. Unfortunately, there are lots of dead and dying trees (bark beetles?) and some remnants of fires of a couple of years ago. We really feel as if we're in the West again. Avon, a little town where we expected nothing but a cup of coffee turned out to have a delightful general store and a mercantile which really was a quilt shop in a restored stone building. Lots of ranches, cattle, rivers....Bitterroot, Bear tooth, Clark Fork. And then St. Regis, with coffee shop, hucklesberries, gas stations, and an OK campground with a much appreciated swimming pool and clean showers. It was 100 degrees by the time we settled in for shrimp salad for dinner.
On to Couer d'Alene tomorrow...and beyond.
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