Idaho/Montana border. Fred finds an almost-perfect campsite at Lolo Pass.
040825 — Route 95, Idaho (20:30 Lolo Pass campsite)
This is nearly the most perfect campsite I can imagine. I’m at 46°30’N 114°46’W if you’re playing along on the home game; but I can’t recall the name of the campsite. The camping area is practically deserted; my spot is level (with no big rocks in front of me!). It’s raining, but not hard so I have the sliding door open to listen to it; I’ve heated myself up some soup and am finishing off the fresh cherry tomatoes I bought the other day (good, though the blueberries were even better). I’m listening to random iTunes; later I may watch a DVD or read a book. There’s a hot springs a few miles back if I want to take a little hike tomorrow morning, which at the moment seems like a great idea. Van is running well, and I spent the whole afternoon driving along a beautiful river in the rain, taking pictures.
I could imagine being happier if someone special were here with me, but otherwise I’m on top of the world. And that at only 4,000’! Ooh, and I got to ford a tiny creek to get to this side of the camping area.
Wandering up to Missoula tomorrow, just because I liked it when I was there last; wonder if I can find a place to give me a flyfishing lesson (rain or none). Wonder if the Rhino pub is still there, or the Indian place I had dinner.
Random road thoughts from the day:
Trees exchange carbon dioxide for oxygen; the lungs exchange CO2 for O2. Trees look like inside-out lungs (trunk, branches, leaves).
We have devices to record sounds and images, why don’t we have any devices to record smells? And tastes? There was a lovely smell for quite a few miles back in Coeur d’Alene indian reservation that was like a sweet alfalfa; meant to stop and ask someone what it was but didn’t get a chance.
Why are waterfalls so captivating?