I promptly started raining. I was quite grateful for the mud-colored embroidery on the bottom edge of my skirt as I leaned into the van to throw away a cream cheese box. I cut my thumb as I was slicing bagels on top of the cooler using the hatch as an umbrella. I taped it up and hurried on making a to-go breakfast for everyone. Everyone was finally in the car by 9:45. We stopped at the wrong building first off and finally found Emmanuel Chapel on the second go around. There were only 3 families and a few others there. Later we were told that the other 5 families were in Missoula at the Reformation Celebration there or in Moscow for a prospective student orientation.
Back at camp...
... we managed to get packed, lunch made and on the road in an hour and forty minutes. We headed toward Missoula. The hills that way are beautiful … dark blue with bright yellow trees, little homesteads nestled here and there … one in particular had two large pigs, a bunch of chickens, several colorful goats, and some sheep all in the same grassy lot, a very happy little picture. The larger stretches of bottom lands were sprinkled with cows and large herds of sheep, even a few haflingers. The weathered wood of the barns is lovely, lines of dark brown and golden yellow, not at all gray.
|"Walking the dogs", he says.|
|Started a jar of hopefully alfalfa sprouts yesterday!|
|I got a thing for snow fences, especially this style.|
|I'd love to know how they make these!|
We got to the Charles Waters Campground up Bass Creek Road about 7pm.
To bed about 11pm and slept very bundled up.