After leaving that wonderful county park in Shelley, ID we headed north to Dillon, MT. The weather has been beautiful. Except cold at night. Today not so much. It’s windy and cold. Oh well.
Something is really strange, at least for me. I used to feel such an overwhelming sense of homecoming whenever I would return to Montana after being gone for whatever length of time.
I lived in many places during my working years but always seemed to return to Montana. I moved to Idaho, then back to Montana. From there to California and then back to Montana. Then I made the big move to Washington, D.C. for almost 15 years. Found Jim, had Todd, and then brought them both back to Montana with me. I was born and raised here and it has always been home.
But something has happened. Montana doesn’t seem like home to me anymore. Arizona does. I don’t understand why, but it’s how I feel. I know Jim loves to fish in Montana so we will continue to return here. But I will be looking forward to going back to the desert and even the heat.
The pictures in this post were ones I took as we drove from Shelley to Dillon. Montana is a beautiful state. I do love the lack of traffic (see the pictures) and the wide open spaces with that Big Sky overhead.
We had to stop at two boat check stations, one in Idaho and one in Montana. They are trying to control the spread of Zebra Mussels from one lake to another. These kids looked about 12 years old but they took their job very seriously and were extremely polite. They carefully checked the boat for any signs of bad stuff. Not going to find anything because this boat hasn’t been in the water for three or four months.
After the verify the boat is clean, they put the white tie, see the following picture, on to let other check points or Wildlife Management folks know that the boat has been checked and approved.
Next stop, Dillon, MT. (at least for the blog). I’m just behind a wee bit. We are in Helena until Saturday.