We are headed out on our 5 week journey and I will be posting a log as we go…please enjoy and forgive the spotty postings…hard to get the wifi where we are going…love, Sheri
Travel Log…Prince Of Wales Island Here We Come Day ½ and Two
We’re not lost…yet. My husband seems to be worried since I have a reputation for adventures in a different direction…that’s what they are…adventures in a different direction sounds so much better than lost. I can read a map when I choose to and I choose to on this trip. In fact, we’ve pretty much stayed off of the interstate highways and travelled on the more off beat roads and it has been interesting. I promised Ray we would avoid gravel roads if at all possible and he seems to be trusting me. The last time we traveled across Montana there were sixty miles of gravel, a ferry that only ran certain hours and a lesson learned. I now believe when the map claims there is no bridge and no pavement. There really was no bridge and no pavement. I am no longer a neophyte map reader.
This trip the challenge lies in a more physical arena…the bathroom. Our little pickup camper has a toilet/closet/torture chamber. It is a faith toilet…you have to have faith the sit down place will be where the sit downer is going to sit down. You come into it literally “back-ass-wards” and drop. There is not a lot of wiggle room for a chubby middle-aged clutz and it takes a contortionist’s skills to achieve even a half-hearted wiping attempt. Still…at two in the morning it is nice to not have to take on the critters of the night.
We left South Dakota, the grandkids, the parents, the grown kids and the ranch to head out into the wide world of Montana, British Columbia, Ketchikan and Prince of Wales Island. The dogs came along…just to keep things interesting…and they have. The Corgi, Foxy Dolittle, seems to be the one who draws people to our crew. They love her perky ears and sawed off legs and when she turns on her happy stump wiggler she really attracts a crowd. Our Tessie, the Border Collie, is a sweetie who loves everyone and manages to get everyone to pet her…especially men who don’t know she has the quickest nose in the West. She definitely knows how to get their attention. They’ve been good travelers and give us a reason to get out and stretch our legs every hour. Tess seems very interested in the sights and sits up most of the time looking out the window to see what needs to be seen. She turns her head back and forth and leans forward just to be sure she doesn’t miss anything important…like a cow or a dead skunk or a fence post with a bird on it.
We stayed beside the Yellowstone River in Forsythe, Montana the first night out…didn’t get going until mid-afternoon because the grandkids were just TOO cute and we won’t see them for a month. Enjoyed the river and Ray walked on the race track at the local fairgrounds while the dogs raced around enjoying weeds and mud puddles. If you get by that way soon…stop over to the fairgrounds and take a look at the amazing sand sculpture a local artist created for the recent fair. It is really something. There is a train engine, an Indian on a horse with a herd of buffalo and a cowboy riding a bull all incorporated into a giant pile of sand…I don’t imagine the local cats and rainstorms will leave it there forever, but it is quite a piece of art. A picture, you want to see a picture? Yeah, right…that would mean I would need to remember to take the camera with me…It was in the pickup…both times we walked over to the sculpture…handy, huh?
Oh, before I leave Forsythe…I also got to see my first real life person using meth..behind a garage we were walking by on a side street…At first it looked like he might be squatting to go to the bathroom or dig something out of the garden…with a piece of something weird looking? Tough digging to be sure…There are signs everywhere warning of the dangers of meth so guess that scourge hasn’t escaped beautiful Montana. I hollered “Good morning!” to the gentleman digging imaginary potatoes with a funny pipe thing and we walked on.
Our stop tonight is in Shelby, Montana. We are staying at the City Campground and met some really nice people. I visited with a gentleman, Wally, from near Vancouver, British Columbia. He is originally from England and he had just traveled from Newfoundland so he was very informative and looked quite dapper in a cool British kind of hat. A nice man to be sure. He told me things not to miss in B.C. and liked Foxy. Corgi’s are the Queen’s favorite dog breed, you know.
We met some nice people from up near the Yukon territory in B.C. They had ridden up to Skagway, Alaska and all over Canada and the U.S. on their Harley Davidson motorcyle for the past three months. They had a super cool little tent camper they towed behind and Ray spent the better part of an hour learning about important Canadian things…like how much beer costs up there…a lot…and the price of gas…or petrol…too high…and what kind of bike we should get someday…a Honda…yes, a Honda…not a Harley like they ride…weird, huh? Anyway, he is now better informed on the price of beer so I guess we can safely cross the border now.
Shelby was hosting some type of Appreciation Days for the locals…we thought since we dropped a good pile of coin at the local gas station that we should be appreciated too…so we ate for free at the barbecue in the park…good potato salad and sloppy joes.
Well, I’m off to do battle with my insomnia…don’t think it will be a problem tonight…Until next time…