Laura and I drift on out of town. We have lost our co-pilots, so we’re traveling alone, each in a vehicle.
The storm has moved on by morning, so we depart in sunshine. We cross the Missouri River at Chamberlain, and the terrain is much different than before.
Today is our longest day on the road. The trip notes are all about fuel stops, mileage and motel options.
We awake this morning surprisingly not dead from grizzly bear attacks. I am amazed and grateful to be alive.
This day began with a drive up Going to the Sun Road. Words do not easily describe the scenery.
We moved to another spot in the same camp to get some distance between us and the Winnebagos and those generators. Now, off to do some hiking. What a beautiful day – hotter than we thought, but we’ll take it. We chose trails that were surrounded by big trees, and I have to keep reminding myself the Rocky Mountains are all around us. We’ll get that straight tomorrow, but today is Glacier on a micro level, where you look down to see the cool stuff.
We awake in our motel room after dreaming of glaciers. No, not the ones in Glacier National Park, but the ones whose meltwater is feeding the “hot” water lines.
Today is a long driving day to set up our approach to Glacier National Park. Eastern Washington and Montana are large expanses of this continent, separated by a skinny slice of Idaho.
Our trip into the Cascades is punctuated by road repair, RVs and diesel trucks, and punctuated by clear cuts. Ick.
Up in the morning, Beverly Beach State Park is quiet in the way that a nervous stomach is quiet. It is definitely time to hit the road.
Our Rogue River campsite was near perfect. The river is very pretty and the trees are big and shady.
There is a lot of California north of the Bay Area. We’d already come three hours north to Ukiah, and it’s another seven hours of driving to get to the Oregon border.