The rivers were in full flood as we headed north into the mountains.
Since we had such a late, wet spring, everything was intensely green and lush.
We followed the Lewis and Clark trail for a while. Traffic was surprisingly sparse.
We came to a stretch of river where dozens of people were watching rafters and kayakers
negotiate a particularly gnarly set of rapids.
negotiate a particularly gnarly set of rapids.
The rafters made it.
So did the kayakers.
Though some rolled over a couple of times first.
Standing on the bank, I could feel the incredible force of the water, as well as its chill.
Standing on the bank, I could feel the incredible force of the water, as well as its chill.
Sadly, we heard from one of the spectators that a kayaker had died at that spot
just the week before. He had not been wearing a wet suit and rolled over
into the almost freezing water.
He died in less than three minutes.
Later on, O befriended a gang of hulking bikers.
Almost everything was lush, but there were large areas of the forest
that had been clearcut and not replanted.
I know Californians love to surf, but bringing your board to Montana shows that you're either
geographically-challenged or an incorrigible optimist.
geographically-challenged or an incorrigible optimist.
Pablo is a small town on the Flathead Indian Reservation about six miles south
of Flathead Lake, which is the largest freshwater lake in the western U.S.
It sits at the base of the snow-capped Mission Mountains and is surrounded
by gently rolling hills and vividly green fields. Josie had made dinner
by gently rolling hills and vividly green fields. Josie had made dinner
for us, and we sat on her front lawn drinking beer and laughing until
the last of the light finally faded from the sky around 11:15.
A lovely end to a beautiful day.
P.
2 comments:
1st, Josie in Pablo, Montana is tooo close to Juan Pablo Montoya, one of my favorite race drivers. 2nd, what a beautiful area, it is sooo green. 3rd, I love that you are taking pictures off the bikers. 4th, I'm jealous, I want to take more road trips.
Peter...I had a good chuckle to hear you complain about the $1.75 for your triple expresso...your California roots are fading fast.
The Pow wow is certainly a feast for the eyes and for you the ears as well. Thanks for sharing.
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