After moving back to the lower 48, I have bought an RV and have been living on the road.
By: joealaska , 5:02 PM GMT on August 26, 2014
The ride to Cut Bank was uneventful, which is a good thing. A direct route was not available. I drove along Flathead Lake for the first time, on the west side. My favorite road RT 93. Into Columbia Falls, then east on RT 2. Past Glacier Park (did that many years ago, will have to wait for a second visit for now). There were huge mountains all around, yet the road was not so much up and down. Suddenly we popped out of the trees in the high desert of Montana.
Coming into Cut Bank I was wondering if I made a good decision to stay a week. Especially driving through town into the RV Park. But it is all good. Mike the owner was great during his welcome routine. He made it clear he wanted me, and all of the guests, to have a good time.
The park is located up on a bluff (it is already windy here) overlooking Cut Bank Creek. The creek has cut a mini-canyon behind the RV park, and the river is about 50 feet below. It is more a river than a creek. Wild life includes marmots and the occasional mountain lion, especially right above the river on the banks. Guess where Dutchie has been hanging out? Marmots and lions are not good with kitties.
The camp sits above an overnight camp site of Lewis and Clark in 1806. Maybe 10 miles west of here there is a sign talking about CAMP DISAPPOINTMENT, named by Lewis and Clark due to that being the farthest north they would travel. Weather was a factor, with winter moving in. They also were looking for the headwaters of certain rivers, which would expand the area of the Louisiana Purchase. They were hoping they could expand northward, but the headwaters were to the west at that point.
Below the bluff I am on is RT 2 as it comes into town from the west. Not really a noise factor. Across RT 2 is a train trestle that goes over the river valley, rising a couple hundred feet or so. Many trains come though. I can still hear them, but they are much quieter than THOMPSON FALLS. The bluff is covered with odd rocks. I was told they are simply sandstone weathering away with wind and rain. A couple hundred feet from where I sit is a statue of Jesus and a cross that welcome people coming into town. The Blackfeet Indian Reservation borders the west edge of town.
One golf course is in sight from where I sit. Another is about 20 miles southwest, along I-15. Heading out to check out the general area.
Had a great sunset last night, as I have the perfect view for that.
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