Glacier in the Rear View Mirror

Goodbye Glacier—we’ll be back! What a wonderful place and I hope to have many more visits. But I noticed one thing about the scenery—it can be so overwhelming that it can be tiring. I’m ready to come home to Sonoma County and its more soothing, restorative beauty.

Montana is a state that will roll you down a huge mountain and drown you in a rough river. I need the “cuddling” of a place that will soothe you with vineyards, delight you with a perfect sirah and whisper “chill” with every snapshot. (Of course one would not chill a red wine but ‘chill’ in the slang sense of the word.)

We drove through an area called Flathead. It sounds like someone is being insulted with that word but I can’t figure out who. Oh well—the Flathead Lake and River are magnificent.

We stopped at the Swan River National Wildlife Refuge. It was wonderful! We were the only ones there and the quiet was exciting. It was a huge grassy, marshy valley surrounded by those great high peaks.

The Minnie had to take the dirt road very carefully and Mr. T had to execute one of his famous ten-point turns at the end.

The dogs loved rolling in the mud of the swamps—which, of course, necessitated another stop at one of the numerous clear lakes so they could swim and lose the doggy/marshy smell.

And now tonight, as an example of Mr. T’s sense of humor, we are staying at Jellystone RV Park. How many people even remember Yogi and BoBo?? In 10 minutes Yogi himself will make the rounds of the park in his own electric cart! How many times did we mimic Yogi saying, “Hey, hey, Bobo—I see another pic-a-nic basket!!!”

(By the way, is it just me or do RV parks glibly advertise wifi and then you GET NOTHING?)