Follow the Yellowstone River
The day after the record breaking heat wave, we got up early for another long drive. It was 82 °and climbing when we left the cow patty pasture of our dreams.
Interstate 90 follows the Yellowstone River east and west through a valley. The countryside was magnificent, and green, even in mid ‘dang-hot’ summer.
Ferraris! Twenty-five Ferraris zipped by us on I-90. Twenty-five. Lusciously gorgeous. Custom Ferraris. Their distinctive engine tones brought smiles and a lively discussions. Perusing the internet, I was unable to determine where they were from or where they were going. It is a “members only club,” to which I don’t belong.
Thirty minutes later a gaggle of classic Pontiac GTO’s passed by, most of these on trailers. There must have been a car show somewhere over the weekend.
The internet is a wonderful thing. Driving past cities, I read out loud their histories or other questions we had. The city of Butte was interesting. Depending on which website, its mining history is glorified or minimized, but reading about the Berkeley Pit one realizes the ramifications of human greed on wildlife. Oh Montana.
Arriving to our HipCamp, another advertising pasture outside of Missoula brought mixed feelings. At 89 °, it was so much cooler than yesterday, but the ‘grass’ was anything but. Tall prickly plants and not mowed, the meadow is tough on doggie paws. You never know what to expect, reviews aren’t always accurate.
I woke on our first Missoula morning, cloudy and chilly with this thought, “Just be happy.”
We took a beautiful hike at Mclay Flat Nature Center, and drive into town for supplies. Next stop Idaho.
Cow patty pasture, Joliet, MT
Primrose Hipcamp, Missoula, MT
