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... only saw a 1/2 dozen boats actually on the lake. We drove the western portion of the lake. When we head to West Glacier tomorrow, we'll drive up the eastern side of the lake.
Along the way we also stopped to take a look at the Museum of America. This place looks like a huge junk yard, but this guy has more memorabilia, it was amazing. Old cars, planes, helicopters, cranes, tools, cars, trucks, etc. Glad we got to see it.
On the way back ...
... mountain range. The flag in front of it was at half mast, since it was Memorial Day J and a beautiful day it was! Brian sent a picture back to our friend Chris, since he and Renee went to college here. After getting gas a bit further along, in the mountain nestled town of Missoula, we also stopped at a pharmacy to get Gloria some more allergy relief medicine. I had a parking lot shower using my baby wipes and deodorant…ahhh. At this point in ...
... br> will be working in orphanages for the duration of our trip here. This
will hopefully build lifelong connections and give me a taste of
volunteering that is different from working at the Poverello and
recycling after school.
what we can tell, the orphanages that we will be working with (The
Saving Lives Foundation and the Ama foundation) are both legitimate
orphanages that work hard to help out the people of Nepal. The Saving
After spending our third night in the parking lot of the RV dealer, we regretfully had to leave for other adventures. The target was Glacier National Park. Now I have absolutely nothing, either good or bad, to say about the Missoula other than they have a great grocery store that is so memorable I've already forgotten it's name. Am excited to think about the possibilities of Glacier. More to follow!
480 miles from where we woke up this morning, we're in Missoula after our first day of driving, which also happens to be one of our longest. Today's highlights were the smell of the pine forests once we crossed the Montana border and the tumbleweed that rolled across I-90 in front of us as we sped through the deserts of Eastern Washington. You might not think a tumbleweed would be very exciting, but the occurrence of something so stereotypical ...