Events in this post occurred in July 2007.
We were hanging out at the Jellystone RV Park in Missoula, MT awaiting an RV maintenance appointment date of July 24th at Bretz RV. During the week of July 16th, we spent Wednesday and Thursday at home and even took a walk around the RV park when it was cooler in the evening. The only other time we were outside was to eat lunch at Cracker Barrel, again. It was close and the food was always good.
By Friday, Kathi was feeling like a caged animal and wanted to get out and do something. After all, we were retired and RV travelers, so we were supposed to be having fun. We took a drive through the mountains and every road we took seemed to end at someone’s driveway. I did not mind, the Jeep was easy to make a U turn with, although it was more like a figure 4 than a U. Mountain scenes were beautiful and fun, as we expected. Somehow we ended up in a little community called Arlee. Arlee was the name of the Flathead Indian chief who lived there when the community was formed. Arlee (the community, not the chief) had a casino and we spent several hours of fun time with only $20 each. Forty dollars was not much profit, but it was more than they would have made without us.
Saturday was another good day for a drive and we decided to go south this time. Our Jeep told us it was 81 degrees outside which made driving pleasant on a sunshiny afternoon. Mountain driving and mountain views were fun and spectacular. We ran across some large homes with huge flower gardens. Kathi wanted to stop and look, but I did not want to seem presumptuous, so we did not stop. We passed a gated housing community and one house had a high-heeled shoe about 14 feet tall. Maybe our most exciting non-scenic sight of the day. It was another good day.
It was Sunday and we were already ready to move along and we still had two days to kill before our RV appointment. We had driven in every direction around Missoula, so we just meandered. It was a little warmer, but not uncomfortable. We spent Monday at home doing a little cleaning and getting everything ready to show up at Bretz early Tuesday morning. Our appointment was for 8:00 am.
|Horses grazing in Little Bighorn National Park in Montana.|