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West Yellowstone, Montana
Since breakfast is the most important meal of the day, I stop at a cafe in West Yellowstone to load up on some
grub before beginning my 450 mile drive to Coeur d'Alene, Idaho. Below are some pix I took that morning:
A Carousel for Missoula, Missoula, Montana
Missoula, Montana seems like a nice enough place. The residents, though, reminded me more of Idahoans than Wyoming
residents. What does that mean? It's too hard to explain.
Anyway, A Carousel for Missoula is the first fully hand-carved carousel to be built in the United States since the Great Depression. I arrived midday and, typically, it was disgustingly hot. I wanted to get a ride on the carousel, but I'd forgotten one important thing: kids like to ride carousels. I don't like kids. I don't like their sticky hands, the screaming, the pushing and shoving -- basically, I just don't like being around them. So, as soon as I got inside to get in line, I felt like I'd entered a day care center. They were all over the place. So I quickly shot some footage with the camcorder and left.
Paul Bunyan Burgers, Coeur d'Alene, Idaho
Pfff, what a waste of time. Expecting to find a big Paul Bunyan statue similar to the 42-foot tall one at Trees of Mystery in Klamath, California, this is all I got. It's not even a statue! Just some fiberglass sign or whatever. Grrr.
Coeur d'Alene is an odd place. As I drove through the downtown area, it looked nice enough. But visions of
white separtists danced through my head as I drove around. And is it just a coincidence that every single person was
white?
The campground was about 14 miles outside of town so after getting a photo of the crappy Paul
Bunyan, I left. The campground is pretty nice, right by a big lake. The first two photos below were taken
at the campgrounds. The last two were taken along the roads of Northern Idaho.
Did a couple loads of laundry after checking in. Stuck the wet clothes into the dryer, went to get a soda and
when I came back there was a dude sitting there, watching my bloomers fly around. And I mean
he was sitting RIGHT IN FRONT of the dryer. He'd scooted his chair so he was only like a foot in front
of it and was just staring. Okaaaaaaaaaay then. He boot scoot boogied out before I could think of anything
witty to say so I'm hoping he didn't already stash a pair in his pocket. I'm just sayin'.
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