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I board the ferry tomorrow so there may not be any posts to this blog until after Sunday, August 5.
I board the ferry tomorrow so there may not be any posts to this blog until after Sunday, August 5.
480 miles today
The story today was smoke. I thought it was coming from somewhere west of Montana, but apparently not.
It was right here in front of me and beside me.
I had some time on my hands so I cruised downtown Missoula.
My old pappy used to say, "If you don't like to wait on road work, or follow creeping, aluminum clad caterpillars, don't ride in the mountains in the summertime." Good advice.
I selected the town of Tonasket (pronounced like don't ask it) to spend the night. It turned out to be a nice little town.The ride began around 8 with temperatures at the 60 mark. In Missoula, it was a balmy 73, but all afternoon it was in the mid-eighties to nineties. A bit uncomfortable. Gas prices are friendly. In Butte $2.99, Missoula $2.99, Coeur d'Alene $2.77, and Colville, WA $3.05.
Western Montana was more like I expected Idaho to be with high, pine forested hills with winding roads. From the eastern Idaho border to the western was continuous ups and downs and swoopers and sweepers as Curt R would call them. It was a motorcycler's delight. There is really no direct way to get from Spokane in the east to Bellingham in the west, so I let my GPS decide the best route for me. Garmin (my pet name for the GPS) plotted a route that took me within 28 miles of the Canadian border then turned west at the Columbia River. The next hundred miles were more swoopers and sweepers with some twisties thrown in. Tonight, I am in Tonasket about 210 miles from the ferry port in Bellingham, an easy ride. I board at 3pm. I am not sure about Internet connections and I am pretty sure I cannot get cell phone signal, so I will be out of touch for a few days. I will be accumulating photos and stories and will get them on the blog as soon as possible.
Western Montana was more like I expected Idaho to be with high, pine forested hills with winding roads. From the eastern Idaho border to the western was continuous ups and downs and swoopers and sweepers as Curt R would call them. It was a motorcycler's delight. There is really no direct way to get from Spokane in the east to Bellingham in the west, so I let my GPS decide the best route for me. Garmin (my pet name for the GPS) plotted a route that took me within 28 miles of the Canadian border then turned west at the Columbia River. The next hundred miles were more swoopers and sweepers with some twisties thrown in. Tonight, I am in Tonasket about 210 miles from the ferry port in Bellingham, an easy ride. I board at 3pm. I am not sure about Internet connections and I am pretty sure I cannot get cell phone signal, so I will be out of touch for a few days. I will be accumulating photos and stories and will get them on the blog as soon as possible.
I'll admit that I have a lot of time to think while riding across country. Here is an attempt at a haiku poem: shadows, black on black, run ahead into miles and miles of macadam
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My comment is I like your haiku. I'll confess I had to look up macadam. Love, Muff
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Lee, whod gotten buck naked as she did, went flat right away, lookingdown in disparagement at the body that had served him for almost fifty years. E.
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