Me, guzzling water in Merritt, as the temperature rose and my patience shrank with Earl's constant gas-ups...
Gas station in Kalispell where my husband suspected that I "rode that Kamikaze bike into Libby once a week"
McDonald Creek, near where our jammer bus driver dove into the water nearing the end of our tour. Quite impressive, although I think he did it for better gratuities... it worked!
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More Montana Trip Pictures
I found some pictures Earl took with the digital camera, so here they are...
The dead, petrified, and preserved wildlife heads adorning the walls in Lake McDonald Lodge
I forgot to mention that I got so excited that we were going to get a jammer bus for the tour, that I jumped on and forgot to bring my tank bag. I left it on a bench outside the lodge, and ten minutes later, just as we were about to leave, remembered. I made Earl run back to the bench, where, luckily, it was still there, untouched!
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