On Tuesday last the temperature was 85 degrees. We turned the noisy AC on in our room.
On Thursday last the temperature plummeted to 32 degrees; we found ourselves looking for soup and crackers in Livingston, Montana.
Akin to Texas weather, Montana’s (evidently…) can change like a high school girl’s latest crush.
On our way to Southern Idaho, we headed out through small towns like Twin Bridges and Dillon.
I took a picture for our good friends from high school, the Dillons.
Then, the driving became serious and long. The terrain–sagebrush, sagebrush and sagebrush took me back, once again, to those brave souls who forged the West and traveled here on horseback. Invariably, when traveling in Montana, Idaho, Oregon and Washington, you cannot help but think of the Corps of Discovery.
Here is Beaverhead Rock, where upon seeing it as Sacagawea traveled with Lewis and Clark, she remembered it as a summer childhood home and reunited with her brother, the chief of the Shoshone, who then helped the Corps of Discovery. This fact, in itself, has to be one of the most serendipitous moments in the entire story!
We have now reached a place which reminds us (unfortunately) of the PC California lifestyle: Ketchum, Idaho.
Don’t get me wrong: the surroundings are stunning! But I will have to look through the spandex to see the trees.
I do plan to see Ernest Hemingway’s grave (and his 4th wife, Mary’s, as well) and conclude the lazy day by wandering the downtown and watching all of the beautiful people.