I stopped in Libby for breakfast before heading to Glacier. It’s crazy, but I wasn’t able to get a signal anywhere. When I get home, I’m going to look into changing from T-Mobile to Verizon. This is ridiculous. T-Mobile works fine for me 90% of the time, but it’s the other 10% I worry about.
I might also invest in a SPOT satellite messenger (my friend Carlo has one). Years ago, when i was attempting to hike the Colorado Trail, I got a SPOT device that was only useful as an emergency signaler. But the new messenger lets you text people, so I could keep in touch with my family (or contact AAA, if needed) anywhere I am. It’s expensive, but if I keep doing these solo trips, it would probably be a good investment.
For instance, my spare tire is inaccessible if I get a flat on this trip. Alan got under there and tried to loosen the bolt that holds it on, but he couldn’t get it off. I figured I could call AAA if I had a problem, but if I don’ have a signal, I can’t call AAA, right? Sheesh.
The drive through Glacier was impressive. The Going to the Sun road starts out (from West Glacier) as a nice, twisty road among the trees and past lakes and waterfalls, but then it changes to an extremely narrow road with barely room for two cars. I saw a dude riding a bicycle up that road. I wouldn’t have the nerve.
Something was going on with my phone. A lot of pictures have a white streak across them. I attribute this to the talk about spirit creatures that I had with Carlo and Tracy when I was in Penticton. 🙂 Actually, much of the time I was taking pictures into the sun, so I tried to block the sun with my hand. I don’t think it worked very well. So the pictures I’m posting here are the ones that didn’t get ruined. I stopped often to get out, stretch my legs, and just look around.
What a beautiful road! And it doesn’t take a long time to drive it, either, even if you’re getting out of the car every 10 minutes like I did. The park was crowded, though, even though it was after Labor Day. I can’t imagine it during the summer. I collected my NP pin! (I have a collection.)
I got to drive back over Highway 3 again, but I came into the country at a different border crossing—a teeny, tiny one with no line. (And, again, I didn’t take any pictures. I’m an idiot.) I came into Idaho and drove down to Libby, Montana. I camped at a campground on the Kootenai River, right next to the Libby Dam. It was quiet and peaceful. The only other campers were way down the road from me, and I was right on the river. I even had shade. I made dinner (cooked some Penticton potatoes that I didn’t declare at the border–illegal potatoes!!) and had a beer while I watched the eagles fly over the river. Lovely and peaceful. I slept well that night, not in the least worried about anyone walking up to my van. I didn’t even close the curtains. This was a free campground.
We got up early, and I followed Carlo and Tracy to their favorite place to camp near home. I took us about an hour and a half to get there, and most of that was driving on a dirt road. As I followed, I wondered why we were going to FAR. We went way past all the other campers I saw. But then, when we stopped, I figured out why. Their secluded spot was right near the river, and Ichabod, their four-year-old dog, loves to chase chipmunks. He barks his head off while he does so, and where we were camped, no one could hear us. We were completely isolated.
Carlo and Tracy have a really nice set up. I ate good (both lunch and dinner supplied by them), and we had a fire the whole time we were there. They have a lot of experience camping, and it shows.
We went to bed early because I had a long drive the next day.
This day was all about exploring Penticton and spending time with family. Tracy’s parents came over for dinner. Such lovely people. They’re from Glasgow; they immigrated to Canada in the 70s. They still have their Glasgow accents, which was fun for me, since I have good friends in Glasgow.
Carlo took me for a drive around the area, and we stopped at a microbrewery, where I got a nice, strong IPA. Then it was back home, where I made green chile and we had smothered burritos. Nobody there had had Colorado/New Mexico style green chile, and I think they liked it. I brought four extra packages for their freezer.
Rita and Al (the parents) are a lot of fun. Al reminded me a bit of dad because he immediately started telling me jokes. Rita is warm and a lot of fun. She takes good care of Al, who has had a lot of medical problems in the past few years. We watched a horror movie together (one I know for a fact my parents NEVER would have watched).
I left Lake Pend Oreille and headed north to the border. The line at the border was LONG! When I got up to the border agent, he asked me the usual questions about whether I was bringing in drugs or fire arms, etc. If he asked whether I had pepper spray or bear spray. I told him I had both. Apparently, pepper spray is illegal in Canada, but bear spray isn’t. 🙂 It’s all about intent, he told me. I didn’t tell him that my intent with both sprays was to shoot a human who attacked me, not a bear. But I kept my mouth shut. I had to give up my pepper spray but crossed the border with the giant can of bear spray. 🙂
The drive along Highway 3 is one of the most beautiful I’ve ever taken. The road is mountainous and twisty, and all along the way there are lakes and rivers (including the Columbia). It was a fun road to drive, and I was wishing I’d been on a motorcycle. Next time.
Sadly, I was so busy driving that I didn’t stop to take pictures. There wasn’t really any place to stop, though, and since the road was so twisty, I was preoccupied with taking care with my driving.
I hadn’t realize how that the entire area where Carlo and Tracy live is a fruit-growing region. Once I got near Osoyoos, there was nothing but orchards and vineyards. I stopped to get some fruit to tae with me to the Ferrari’s house.
I got to Penticton in plenty of time for dinner, and we went out to a restaurant coincidentally named Casa Ferrari, where we had some excellent pizza. That night I slept in a comfortable bed, and I got to take a hot shower. Luxury! 🙂
I slept well last night (aided by half a sleeping pill and the dead quiet); didn’t wake until 9:00. It’s been overcast all day, which has helped with the heat.
I used the windshield repair kit, and it worked like a charm. From the inside, it looked like there was a huge hole in the windshield, but it was just a tiny pinprick; all the damage was inside. So I wasn’t sure the kit would work. But it did! You can’t even see where it happened now, and I saved a lot of money by not going to a glass shop to have it done.
Right now I’m sitting at a picnic table in front of the lake, just people watching. There’s a cool breeze coming off the lake.
The day started off pretty good, with a hot shower at my beautiful RV park on the Salmon River. But then it went downhill. I had picked up information at a Forest Service station on Lolo Highway about the viewpoints overlooking Hells Canyon, and I picked the one that looked easiest to get to. It was also the highest, so it supposedly affords the best views. If you can get to it.
I drove south to the town of Riggins; the road going up to Heavens Gate was supposed to be just south of the town. A forest service road. I had my GPS on map view, and I drove up and down the stretch of 95 for about 15 miles south of Riggins. I couldn’t find the damned road. I finally gave up, went into town, and got breakfast. There, I asked a local where the road was, and it turns out it’s labeled something completely different. OK, well, at least I got a good breakfast.
So I went to that road. It was paved for about 15 miles, so that was good, since it was steep and hilly. Then it turned into the dirt road I expected. The FS pamphlet said 18 miles of dirt road. I made it about two. The road was rough, and my poor van (and poor me) were shaken pretty bad. I decided to give it up, because by then it was nearly 10:00, and I still had a six-hour drive to Lake Pend Oreille.
So I started back up 95, and then I saw a sign for another access to Hells Canyon. Why not? So I took that road, and guess what? A moving truck was completely blocking it. I guess I wasn’t meant to see Hells Canyon. Not on this trip, anyway.
I did see a lot of interesting country along the Salmon River, though (some of it several times). But on the way north on 95, I drove for about 20 miles on a paved road that was covered in loose gravel. I kept WAY back from the cars in front of me, because I didn’t want to have rocks thrown up on my new windshield (bought by the previous owner). But wouldn’t you know it? A big truck came barreling along the opposite way and—bam! A HUGE rock hit the windshield, producing a good-sized chip with little runs on several sides of it.
I drove on to Moscow, Idaho, where I stopped in at an Ace hardware store. Ace employees are the best! I was going to get some epoxy to temporarily fill in the chip until I can get home, but he came back with a windshield chip repair kit. I hope that it’ll work. I’m going to work on it tomorrow.
I stopped to get gas in Moscow and had an interesting conversation with a couple of college kids in the store. The clerk carded me for buying beer, and I jokingly said that I get Medicare next week. That led to a discussion of Medicare and Social Security and whether it’ll be there for their generation, plus talk about climate change. I apologized for the destruction that my generation and my parents’ generation have wreaked on the planet. It was a nice conversation. I’d been passing so many Trump signs all day that I didn’t think any liberals existed in Idaho.
So I drove on up to the lake. I thought my campsite was right on the water, but it actually overlooks the lake, just above the road that circles the lake. It’s a beautiful view through the trees.
The little road to the tent sites is narrow and rutted and steep. My site was tricky to get into. But I found a fairly level place to back the van into, and it is NOT moving until Friday morning.
It’s hot here—92—but it doesn’t feel that hot here among the trees. I’m sure the lake helps make the air feel cool, too. The camp host told me there aren’t any bears around here, just deer. So I won’t need to keep my bear spray handy tonight. -)
A lovely young couple from Alberta is in the tent site next to mine. It’s so peaceful and beautiful here. I’m glad I’m staying for two nights. I’m going to drink beer and fix my dinner in a while and contemplate Mother Nature’s glory. And think about how mom and dad came THIS CLOSE to taking a caretakers job for the famous Dr. Byrd, an inventor and pilot who lives on the lake. That’s what got me interested in coming here in the first place. Dr. Byrd, like my folks, is long gone, but I think his factory and lakeside airport are still functioning somewhere near Sandpoint.
I got on the road about 8:00. Headed up to Missoula and from there over Lolo Highway. What a beautiful drive! Too bad I wasn’t on a motorcycle, but at least I got to drive it.
I stopped at a Forest Service office/rest area on the highway and got some information about Hell’s Canyon and some maps. The ranger told me about an old-growth cedar forest just 10 miles down the road. Who knew? If he hadn’t told me, I would have driven right past it. Instead, I got to stop and walk a beautiful path through 1500-year-old trees, with the ground covered in ferns. It reminded me of northern California. So peaceful and gorgeous.
Then I decided to drive to Hell’s Canyon, but despite the maps I had, I couldn’t feed the right thing into my GPS. I ended up driving over White Bird pass and then to the Salmon River. I was tired of driving, and I spotted a pretty RV park right on the river. So that’s where I spent the night. I got a nice spot overlooking the river, under some weeping willow trees.
I’m having breakfast right now in Riggins, then I’m going to try to get to the Hells Gate overlook of the canyon before heading up to Lake Pond Oreille. It’s 18 miles of dirt road with a steep climb, and I’ve driven so many dirt roads the past couple of days. But I guess it’ll be worth it. If I don’t make it, I saw some lovely, different scenery coming down to where I am now, so I’m not going to be sad about it.
I made my lazy way north today, stopping whenever the mood suited me. I have to say that I-15 through Idaho and Montana has almost no traffic. And it has the best rest stops I’ve ever seen (except for the ones in Germany).
The campsite I selected is about 25 miles south of Butte, and it’s accessible (I use that word loosely) three and a half miles down a dirt road off I-15. The directions said to continue on the road past the trailhead parking lot to the campsites, but it only took me a few hundred yards to realize that’s impossible. If I had a 4W-drive vehicle, maybe I could have managed it. But not with this van and its low clearance. The road is completely washed out in places, with deep, deep grooves. I went up a way and then had to back down. Yikes. There’s one shaded spot in the trailhead paring lot, and that’s where I am.
It’s beautiful here, though. Really beautiful and completely secluded. I passed two cars coming up; most of the road is only wide enough for one car. Going around tight bends I slowed down to about 1mph, worried about someone coming the other direction. The temperature is 70 degrees, so it’s nearly perfect.
After the last hiker left, I saw a woman in a 4W-drive pickup buzz up the road I couldn’t get up. So I’m sure there are some nice campsites up there. If only I could get up to them. Ah well. I’m all alone here in the parking lot, surrounded by trees and beautiful rock formations. I’m not going to complain.
II was just settling in for the night when I saw a large brown object moving past my van. Cows! Three huge ones. They decided to graze around the parking lot, and they were incredibly loud. They didn’t stop mooing until well after dark.
This morning I’m proud to say that I washed my hair with cold water with an outside temperature of 38 degrees. I don’t now what was colder—washing it that way or washing it in the fjord one time in Norway. Either way, I have clean hair.
I’ve decided to trash my plans for tonight and instead head over to Hell’s Canyon. I have no idea where I’ll camp tonight, but that’s what adventures are all about, right?
I had no cell service there, but I’m parked at a rest stop now, using my phone’s hotspot to upload this.
I spent the night next to a little reservoir in Idaho—right off I-15 and a little north of Malad. It’s surrounded by hills, and although it isn’t the most beautiful place I’ve ever been, it’s free. About half a dozen people showed up to fish, but by dusk everyone except me was gone. I felt completely at ease because the reservoir was down a rutted, dirt road in the middle of nowhere, and I knew no one would come driving up to my campsite.
I left earlier than I expected yesterday because I woke at 4:30 and couldn’t go back to sleep. Loveland and Fort Collins were ghost towns when I drove through them. I guess no one goes anywhere at 6:00 on Sunday morning. 🙂
The drive across southern Wyoming was as usual—lots of truck traffic and construction. But once I got onto Highway 30, there was almost no traffic. I took 89 past Bear Lake and through Logan Canyon to Logan. I took pictures of the lake, but I don’t think they’ll do justice to the dark turquoise color of the water. It’s beautiful. A lot of families were at the lake. School starts today, so I’m sure they were trying to enjoy the last weekend of summer.
No pictures of Logan Canyon, which is beautiful, but there’s really no place to stop for photos, and the traffic was heavy.
I had told my friend David that I wouldn’t have time to stop in Logan. But it turns out I did. He wasn’t home, though, so I made my way on up to the reservoir. Then he called and offered to drive up and have a beer with me. It’s about a 45-minute drive, but we still had a few hours until sunset, and it was nice to have the company for a while.
I’m parked at a truck stop so I can upload pictures and update my blog. Today I’m on my way farther north into Idaho and have planned to use another free, dispersed site.