Monday, September 19, 2011

Harvest Moon Over Montana and Friends, Part I

We are back home following nearly two weeks of wonderful as we traveled across Montana with good friends; new ones shared in a piece of this journey; and on our final leg, as they continued east, my dear husband and I began our return.

The two of us relished in a stop to meet a special blogger friend in Drummond, Montana, and then continued west to be with a favorite family with whom we share a most special fondness (both in Part II).

From Oregon to Washington, Idaho, Montana and return,
the Harvest Moon was our constant.


Hot sunny days ensued. Blustery Columbia River Gorge, wide and rushing are its waters and towering are the mountain walls; giant windmills stand as sentries, their blades lashing and flogging the air about it; miles and miles of golden freshly cut wheat fields follow.






We trekked along with history and the Lewis and Clark Trail as the sinuous Snake River and the cliffs to the east kept us narrow in our journey; mountains, rivers and streams, undulating farm land for as far as the eye can see, and then rest for our first night. No phones, tv, or internet service, only the softened sound of our voices within the hush of this pastoral campsite,
Dayton, Washington












Sept 7, early morning breakfast: freshly ground coffee, garden tomatoes, a vegetable quiche, and grilled brats, all prepared ahead and brought with us to make the journey most relaxing and feel like we were home; a pause for the turkeys, walk along the river, clematis blossom spent, but the Solidago in its prime.






Pristine are the reflecting rivers, broad and beautiful. Coyote Gulch. Large is the landscape, lunch along the river, and Nez Perce trail. Fish Creek, Dead Mule Flats, Hard Creek, Indian Meadow Creek, Ash Pile Creek, Burnt Cedar Creek... mountains, island ranges, rivers, valleys and streams.

241 miles later and we were camped at Lolo Hot Springs. Tonight's dinner: two couples grilled steak, we, salmon, and all shared in fresh garden produce.





Sept 8, we awoke to 35° F, but the sun continually warmed our day.












Expansive plains, 6393 feet and the great Continental Divide; 266 miles from Lolo Hot Springs to Livingston, Montana. Dinner: Prosecco served with eggplant bruschetta for an appetizer, grilled flank steak with chimichurri sauce, Caprese salad, and sauteed fresh green beans... our treat for everyone.

Sept 9, 180 miles from Livingston to Garryowen, Mt, an early afternoon arrival, two nights of camping, relaxing and dinner shared around the picnic tables.









The evening train whistle lulled us to sleep and stirred our early morning
as distant sound increased with its approach.


Sept 10, Custer Little Bighorn Battlefield... beyond words and the landscape is vast




































Part II to follow.