Miles today: 492.
Miles to date: 9631.
Mucho miles hoy and 10+ hours behind the wheel. And my car was searched at the loneliest border crossing in the world (Roosville, MT). They didn't find anything and I found it amusing that the border agents such hard asses and so without humour until the come up empty on their search and then they want to be personable. Jerks.
But the day was spent traveling South in the Rockies. Spectacular, eventhough the weather was far from pleasant. Wind, rain, snow, more rain, cool air, and yet more rain. Sadly, it cramped the photography, but the Jasper-Banff-Kootenay run was visually stunning. I saw more Moose, big horn, and some sort of other white mountain sheep. This fellow was hardly bothered by my presence as he nibbled at grasses on the hillside:
Lake Louise, while beautiful, left me a little underwhelmed. In my mind, I had a picture of something larger. Plus, the shear volume of tourists poking about diminished its appeal to me.
About an hour South of the border is a town called Whitefish, MT. I picked it because it looked like the only place around I could reach by the end of the day. I knew nothing about it, but headed its way. And am I ever glad I stumbled upon this place. Great people, great food, and a nouveau Western feel to the middle of town. It is also a sportsman's paradise with Glacier National Park nearby and hunting, fishing, skiing, snowboarding, and biking all clearly big activities around here. Nice folks. Nice views. Nice place.
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