Idaho to Montana
Trip Start Jun 12, 2005
41Trip End Aug 2005
After birthday phone calls to Kathryn and Theresa was got underway at about 8am mountain time, but not until after filling the tank with $2.329 gasoline. In never thought I would be pleased to pay $2.329 but it was nearly ten cents cheaper than in Washington, which was at least a dollar less than Canada's best prices.
We drove through (after getting off the interstate) a nice little mining town, Wallace, Idaho, if I remember correctly. It was one of those brief detours that add memories to an otherwise unmemorable drive. It was a very quaint, interesting town, still very much asleep. It was about this time that I realized that the area we were in was still on pacific time, not mountain time, which I soon verified by looking at a map which indicated the time change was at the Idaho/Montana border. I had checked it on another map the night before which (I thought) indicated the time change was at the Washington/Idaho border. Guess I had a cocktail before my map reading, or the map makers had one.
Soon we were in Montana. Montana is one of Pat's favorite states, and I think mine also. What a beautiful drive we had today. We started in high country but after an hour or two we were in the rolling hills (big hills) of Montana. Once again we saw lots and lots of irrigated hay fields and lots and lots of "Big Sky." Dean - Don't get any ideas. I don't think you need to irrigate our pasture to get enough hay.
Shortly after noon we turned off I-90 onto US 12 toward Helena, Montana. The previous evening Pat called a grade school and high school friend, Frank Holub, who lives ten miles south of Helena, who readily agreed to meet us for dinner. The drive into Helena was over a mountain pass that gave us a wonderful birds eye view of the valley. Helena seemed like a great city (capital of Montana) that didn't get too large. It was easy to get around in and it had all the services we needed - a barber show and a liquor store! After we got settled in our RV Park Pat called Frank to invite him to our place for a steak. Frank had a better idea, come to Clancy where we would have dinner at the Tenderfoot Restaurant. We were glad he did, not only because we each had a great meals, but Pat did not have to cook. After dinner we drove up to Frank's home - a great spot in the hills with lots of privacy and a wonderful view of the area.
We were home by dark and quickly retired.