I have just taken a new job in Great Falls, Montana. A new state and new areas to explore.
By: joealaska , 6:56 PM GMT on August 23, 2014
The trains stopped rolling last night for some reason (whistle is blowing right now for another one coming thru) with no early morning horns until 10 AM. Now THAT is more like it. Too bad it is probably temporary. I have heard that many nicer RV parks have a train nearby, probably because it makes the land cost less. I know there is another train nearby in Cut Bank, but I am assured it is a whistle off in the distance versus one shoved down your throat.
A couple days ago I took a ride over Thompson Pass just west of here to see the famous SPRAG POLE INN and MUSEUM. It is in the small town of Murray, which I did not realize was across the border and back in Idaho. Thompson Pass was a bit disappointing, not like most mountain passes. You could do 60 mph on it most of the time, only a few sharp curves. All of it paved.
Murray was another old gold mine boom town that busted like most others. (Another train now going by…) A couple of bars, and maybe 20 houses. SPRAG POLE is an additional pole used to support awnings during the winter that become overloaded with snow. Just stick it between the roof and ground when it is obvious it is needed. I went inside and there was one table occupied by a couple of people.
I sat down and was ready for some lunch, as one of the camp hosts had told me the food was good. The other table finished up and left, so I was the only one there. Still, it took a few minutes before they came and took my order. I ordered a half rack of ribs, after the waitress could not actually recommend any thing specific. "It's ALL good!" It was OK, kinda warm. I watched a preseason NFL game REPLAY they had going, until they turned it off and put on some country music. I was watching the game, but they just turned it off without asking me if I was watching. Preseason NFL? Not real exciting, but it was the first sports I had seen in a while.
Yesterday I drove 20 miles east to PLAINS, Montana, where I played my 691st golf course, Wild Horse. Nine hole course, played it twice. High tension power lines went across the course, and the lines were in play on most of the holes. I hit one of the lines on #8. The rule is, anything hitting wires or towers MUST be re-played with no penalty, even if you liked the result. With me, the shot was looking good until it hit the wire. Still, I had a few good shots. Had a conversation with a ground keeper who was asking me where I was from and what was I seeing as I traveled. He wanted to watch me hit, which I hate, as I will always screw up the shot. Which I did. Old Unreliable.
Last night we had some Dutchie action. It was around 9 or 9:30, just having gotten dark. It was just about time to get her inside for the night, but she was still out under the RV. Suddenly the quiet was shattered with her famous cat screams. She was in a fight with something, I could hear them rolling around and banging into things. Then it moved to under my car. I was out in a second, yelling and making noise to scare WHATEVER away. It worked, something about the size of a cat ran off into the night.
Dutchie was back inside in a few seconds, and I saw she was bleeding from her back right paw. I cleaned her up best as I could. She wanted to do it herself. I wanted to get a close look and feel. It seemed minor, but bled for a while. She wanted to go back out in about an hour, but it was NO. She usually does that, wanting a late walk outside. But when I say NO she gives up pretty quick and goes to sleep. This morning I checked her out. It was bleeding a little, probably from her licking at it. But it looks OK, and I do not see much of a limp, if any at all.
Normally she is out most of the morning and afternoon. Today she went out for a short while, but is now favoring the inside life. She just went back into the bedroom and is curled up on my pillow. Normally this indicates a long nap.
Today I plan on taking a forest road up to the top of a nearby mountain hopefully where there are some views.
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