M.2

Lo!!!! The Old Chief and his tribe are on the move and let me tell you, we have really moved, well, sorta. Today is the 7th. Day since we left the metro of Monse and tonight we are at the KOA in Dubois, Wyo. We filled our old bods with some great stuff at the Cowboy Café and now are playing catch up with showers, laundry and re-hydration stuff. MMMMMMMMMmmmmm!!!!! From Newport/Old Town WA. Idahoooo,,, we zipped on over to East Glacier, Montana and layed over for two nights and one day. The sights at Glacier National Park and the great Hyway to The Sun are beyond words in my vocabulary so I’ll have to let you use your own sense of beauty, amazement, wonder, enjoyment or whatever your mind can conjure up. The day was perfect. Weather was warm and clear and I was amazed at the number of visitors at this time of year. We drove over the top from the west side and went as far as St Mary’s on the East side. At the visitor center we saw the most wonderful presentations of the area and a very well presented piece about the local tribes, aka ‘The Hostiles.’ A black bear and some mt. goats added lg. chunks of whipped cream to the day. Iron Pony careened on down the hard covered trail and as we got into the town of Seely, Mt. Gail begged to stop and visit a very good friend of hers that she had not seen for about 20 yrs. Jean Russell and Bob. The have 8 kids and 28 grandkids. We visited for only a few minutes and beat feet on to Livingston, Mt. Where we camped for the night. The trip into Yellowstone Park thru the North Gate brought back many great and wonderful memories. I had first passed thru a part of Yellowstone Park in September of 1966. Sandra was not quite one year old and Judy was internally supporting Marilyn. We were on our way to Wa. for the apple season after finishing packing them green, scruffy pears in Lake County. We still enjoy them old super 8 movies from days gone by. Ha! Ha! Last year my bike ride once again put me in touch with this great place and we were able to conjure up some coooool mems. We spent two days touring around the park. The north half first and then the south half. Such sights. My Sis is still in amazement and of course Gail and I just keep having wow day after wow day. We stayed two nights at the Mammoth Hot Springs Campground at the north entrance. We got glimpses of buffaloooooooo, Two wolfs feeding on a not so lucky carcass, bears black and grrrrrizzzzzly, coyotes, elk, deer, great white mt. goats, big black bugs, moths, ants, flys, flys, flys and many, many two-legged critters. A lot of them were in the streams fly fishing but I never did see one fish on????? The most monumental moment of the visit took place at the Fishing Bridge on the Yellowstone River at the junction of the East Entrance. We had stopped to see some fish as this is the place that the Golden Trout spawn. It is where the Yellowstone River exits the Yellowstone Lake. We had to park a short distance from the bridge and I walked on over the bridge to gander down into the stream. A herd of buffaloooooos decided to cross the bridge and my dilemma was, do I run for the end of the bridge and hope that they don’t catch up and run me over,[I’m older now and can’t run as fast] do I jump over the railing and try to survive the icy waters of the glacial lake, should I become a pillar and hope they don’t discover my disquise??????? As I was facing these choices and trying to make a snap decision, the first three giants were only a few feet away from me and so my choices had been made for me, I hugged the post and I may even have left a nail mark or two. I could have reached out and touched coup on these critters but I maintained and kept the camara recording this great moment. The vehicles were coming from both sides of the bridge but the herd had the right-o-way. The extreme test was when the grand-daddy of the herd kept bellowing out orders to them and they came running out of the brush and easing on over the bridge. He would turn and bellow and the group would really hustle up and as he got next to me, I could feel his breath as he rolled his big, round, black eye at me and took a sniff. I mentally said about 100 hail marys and left the rest to fate but grand-daddy just snorted and let me off the hook. Wheeeew!!!! Over all there were about 70 head in the herd and as they all passed on by I thanked the Creator for the most awesome moment. What can I say????????? The Grand Tetons were again, breath-taking and after a wild jaunt into Jackson Hole, we eased on over to Dubois. Several miles of rough road over Togwatee Pass brought back the bike trip as this is the highest point of the trip at 9658 above sea level. Weeeelllll, fellow Hostiles and the rest of you, seeeeee yaaaaa, down the road.

!st Day I'm Back

Lo, the Old Chief is on the move once more. This time I am traveling via the big Iron Horse and a meatl encased teepee. Hee, Hee. If you wonder why it took so long for me to get back up to speed on this laptop I just have to blame it on old age. Ho. Today is Sepember 10th. And we left the metro of Monse, Wa. at 09:30 this very a.m. and it isn now 1930 hrs. and we set up our first camp out in Old Town, Idaho. Ho, ho, ho, at the albani Campgrounds. Of course, being we are all of the Elder Age, we got the great discounts and we are stlyin. Yea? We had a horrific time after we left the junction at Tonasket and Hwy. 20. My half+old, Iron Horse came up with a lame rt. ft. wheel bearing and we were dang lucky to make it to, of all places Colville, Wa. We limped in though and after contacting the Chevy dealer in town, they sent us on to the Toyota Dealer where Erin got my pony checked out and after a couple of hrs and several chunks of wampum later, we headed east, north, south and finally clocked a couple hundred miles for the day. Dave Andrew is the camp host and a mighty friendly guy and got us spotted for the night. My companion Gail, has everything under control and my Sis Janice is enjoying the start of this great journey. Til I get rested up again, Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa