I find a place everyday to fall in love with and I also find the most delightful people to talk with. It’s definitely a dream come true. Also Russ and I are getting easier about the motorhome and about our jobs managing it and about our communication. The Bickersons are no more-well for a while I suppose.
After leaving Salmon, Idaho we climbed forever to cross the Chief Joseph Pass. He was the Nez Perce Chief that fought a huge battle high in the mountains as he tried to get away from the land the Americans had reduced in size by 9/10th and expected the Nez Perce to live on. Great stories about him and his people and there is a wonderful park preserved where the soldiers and volunteers practically wiped out his women and children. The video reminded me of all my Idaho history and we are now seeking museums and walking tours all over this wonderful country. I think I forgot how much I love American History.
In Hamilton we loved the town and so I took pictures. Great buildings lining the main street with the Bitterroot Range looking down still covered in snow. The further north we go, the more recently all the passes have opened. In fact, we learned that the Highway across Glacier Park only opened last weekend.
Did anyone else remember Marcus Daly, a great Irish immigrant rags to riches story? Well we visited the summer home in Hamilton. The best local guide and historian enthralled Russ and I for two hours, while the rains pounded outside on the car and in the car where the dogs were. Lots of kleenex later we got on the road and found the highway torn up. Thank God we found the way to Stevensville on the County Highway to bi-pass the mess today as we came up to Missoula. http://www.distinctlymontana.com/article/marcus-daly-mansion
I am including pictures of Stevensville, In one hour a met quite a few women to exchange stories with. The picture of the cafe with the two tables out front is where we met two dog women-one raised and mushed dogs. The other groomed all the big dogs in the area-both had license plates that started conversations. (Sno Doggs) and (4myK9). Of course they loved our girls. Then I glanced back into the cafe and saw that one woman at a table for 5(my age) had a haircut like mine. I went in as if I knew her and said, “Do you get that done here?” and that led to so much laughter. She said she had been eyeing me and thinking about my color!
My good friend Cynthia Meyers said she needed to get a map so she could follow us. Well we are going slowly and not too many miles each time up Highway 93. So here are some pictures.