Playing Paul Bunyon

Sandy and I don't want to be the type of guests that soak up hospitality and do nothing in return.  So in addition to cooking meals and Sandy making desserts, we have begun to help Diane and Jerry clear out the dead limbs on many of the pine trees on their property. Not only do the trees look better, but  by removing the dead branches up to six feet above ground, the risk of forest fire is greatly reduced.

 Here is a section of the woods that has not been cleared.

Sandy and I used a battery powered Saws-All and an adjustable pole saw to do the trimming.  Jerry used his chain saw to fell 14 trees.  We worked about four hours with time out for lunch.  The four us us are pretty dog tired. Sandy and I want to resume the work this coming week or longer until we've made a big impact.  

Sandy likes the power saw

And here is an area we cleared

I am actually falling asleep while putting this message together.  So I'll sign off and go take a nap.

Say tuned.   zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

We are in the Treasure State

 Flat Head Lake looking toward the Mission Mountains

It's been a week since my last blog entry so I thought I'd better let you know what we are doing.

But first an explanation of today's headline.  Some Montana license plates carry three words at the top:  The Treasure State.  It is that and more.

 Taken in the Lolo National Forest looking toward Idaho.

 We picked huckleberries in this area.

We remain at the McDonald/O'Neil family compound here in northwest Thompson Falls, MT.  Mornings and evenings are cool and days are hot.  But when you know it will cool off and get chilly at night, hot is not so bad.   Neither of the homes here have air conditioning.  We run ours in the motorhome because we are parked in the sun looking at a meadow, and Trixie prefers to be cool.

So far, we have gone huckleberry picking twice,  been on two long boat rides, played cards in the evening, enjoyed many family meals and, in general, had an all around great time. We are pretending that we won't have to leave.

Sandy is spoiling our hosts with homemade huckleberry scones, lemon ice cream pie, and tonight we are being treated to  the original recipe of Augusta Kohrs of the Grant-Kohrs National Historic Site.  Her recipe dates from the mid-1800s.

 One of many flowering bushes in the mountains

My cousin, Diane, came back from town yesterday and told us that she had seen a young bear about a half mile from their driveway.  After talking with some wildlife experts she was able to identify it as a black bear.  Way cool.

  Another view of Flat Head Lake

 I am easily mesmerized when watching the boat's wake

Yesterday, Sandy and I gave Moose a good bath.  It has been at least a month and the coach was really dirty and dusty.  Now I don't  have to wash my hands each time I close on of the bay doors.

Here is where we are hanging out

Stay tuned

Montana: Paradise Found

The view from Blue Slide Road at the entrance to 
the McDonald's property


We drove here to Thompson Falls in the early evening on Thursday.  Most of the last 90 miles was on a good two-lane highway, mountains on one or both sides, a beautiful river running by the road.  It was a spectacular drive.

Up in the mountains

My cousins live in a rural but easily accessible area west of Thompson Falls.  It is still wild enough to support black bear and grizzlies.  One home is in a meadow, the other is up a hill and surrounded by trees. Combined acreage is 25 acres. We are parked near the meadow on a gravel drive with 30 amps and sewer hook up.  Life is good.

The days are going to have an easy rhythm to them. These are the kind of relatives everyone should, but doesn't have.  They are all fun to be with, interesting to talk with and really fine people.

Diane McDonald, Sandy and Jerry McDonald holding Shadow

We all kind of did our own thing today, but also did a lot of interacting.  Diane and Jerry McDonald stopped in around 1:00 so the four of us had lunch in our coach.  Dinner was at six at the Meadow House and each of the three families brought dishes to share.  Main entree was Sloppy Joes made from venison.  Delicious.

The pool of water at the edge of Graves Creek Falls

Around 7:30 Sandy and I piled into a Jeep (no top) and Diane and Jerry each took an ATV and we went up into the mountains to pick wild huckleberries.  Shadow, the Bejon/Poodle mix, rode behind Diane.

Top of the falls

We stopped at the headwaters of Graves Creek Falls, which is a hidden and isolated and breathtakingly beautifully primitive area.  Unfortunately, there was no way I could get down to the base of the falls to take a photograph that would depict the beauty of the place.

The mountain road we were on is without a doubt the roughest road I have ever driven and I was amazed that the Jeep rolled through the pot holes instead of taking them with a sudden jolt. The three of us picked berries for about 30 minutes and collected just over a generous cup of berries.  Sandy will make her famous scones tomorrow for breakfast.  These will have wild Huckleberries in them.  Interesting Note: Jerry pointed out bushes where the berries had been gnawed off,  most likely by a bear.  Next time we go picking we are taking our small air canister boat horn with us in case we encounter a bear.

Stay tuned.

The first fifth wheel

Most of my non-RV followers now know that one popular RV is called a fifth wheel.  I still am not sure why, but this wagon is probably the first to bear the name.  (You will need to click on the photo.)
The wagon belonged to and was used on the Conrad Kohrs Ranch in Deer Lodge, Montana.

Meeting the Montgomerys and visiting the historic Grant-Kohrs Ranch

We actually had an anxiety-free drive on Monday from the Gallatin National Forest to Deer Lodge, Montana.  Nothing broke, overheated or went flat.  A couple of on-going issues were present, but the drive was pleasant and about 160 miles in length.

As we pulled into our site at Indian Creek Campground a good-looking blond lady came over and said to Sandy:  "Are you Sandy?"  It was Jane Montgomery.

I "met" Jane's husband Jim on the RV-Dreams Forum well over two years ago.  I figured that anybody who called himself "Gummy" had to be an interesting person.   I was right. We went to dinner Monday night and then visited within each others motorhomes.  Jim and Jane are like old friends.  They are fun to be with, easy going and the kind of people who make unpretentious friendships.  We like them.

Me, Sandy, Jane and Jim Montgomery


Now for the ranch part.

Jim works a few days each week as a chuck wagon cook at the nearby  Grant-Kohrs Ranch which became a National Historic Site by an Act of Congress in 1972. At one time the ranch contained 30,000 acres.  Today it is 1,000 acres in size.   Tuesday afternoon Jim and Jane accompanied us on a tour of this active working cattle ranch.  The buildings are in great condition and the original home and addition built by Conrad Kohrs are exceptional.

While this is a rear view of the cattle baron's home, it depicts 
the 9,000 SF home better than from the front.

The home had all of the modern conveniences of the 19th century.  Unfortunately,  photographs are not permitted and lighting inside the home is kept low to preserve surfaces and finishes. 

One of the spectacular household items we saw was a work of needlepoint  by Augusta Kohrs, Conrad's wife.  It resembles a fine drawing and should really hang in the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City.

The bunk house exactly as it was when used by cowboys.  Many
were just teenagers or in their early twenties, and 
found an honest wage for honest work -- usually between $30
and $40/month when driving cattle on the trail.

We did get to take a bit of ranch history home with us:  a recipe for gingerbread in the handwriting of Augusta Kohrs.  Sandy said she has all of the ingredients.  Hmmmm.  Could there be some gingerbread in my future?

The steer in the center is a Texas Longhorn, noted for the 
distance between the tips of their horns.  This bull's horns 
measure 84 inches between tips. 


Conrad Kohrs kept meticulous records of transactions and correspondence and today those documents present a 130-year-history of cattle ranching in Montana.  During our guided tour of the home, we learned that there were actually document copiers back in the 18th and early 19th centuries.  Letters were written using a special type of ink, then placed into a press along with a damp sheet of translucent paper.  The pressure of the press transferred the ink to the second sheet, resulting in an exact copy.  This correspondence and business records were bound into annual journals.

The park ranger who took us on a 30-minute-tour of the home gave a thoroughly engrossing oral presentation.  Seems like this is always the case with rangers.

On Wednesday we drove to Missoula in order to have a problem on the big 450 HP Cummins engine checked out first thing Thursday morning. Then it is on to Thompson Falls. 

Stay tuned.

Wyoming and then Montana and more issues

Friday:

We departed from our campsite at the Angostura Reservoir near Hot Springs, South Dakota on Friday morning at 7:15.  Because we did not have water or sewer hookups at that park we needed to stop at the dump station on the way out to empty our black and gray tanks and to take on fresh drinking water.  We had the place to ourselves, which was good, because it takes a while to fill our 110 gallon fresh water tank.  I got started on taking on fresh water.  Sandy took care of dumping the waste water tanks.

The fresh water supply hose was well separated from the dumping area and the supply end of the hose was actually suspended in the air so that it could not make contact with the ground.  Just to be safe, I always spray the connection between our hose and the camp ground water supply with a solution of bleach before connecting the two.

Our destination was 342 miles to the northwest, not very far over the state line between South Dakota and Wyoming.  At 11:30 we pulled into a Rest Area for lunch.  While Sandy made sandwiches, I took Trixie out to check out all of the animal smells.  She likes that.

The last 20 some miles were on an unrelenting steep mountain grade where we climbed from around 4,000 feet to 8540 feet in about 30 to 40 minutes. The road was filled with more twists than a Greek belly dancer can perform.  Sudden death would be the result of one wrong move.  Often  the right lane was a few feet away from a drop of thousands of feet.

Most of the road was two lane with no room to pull over -- except for the occasional turnout for drivers with overheated engines or overheated brakes.   Suddenly we get a beeping sound and a warning light on the dash that said:  SHUT OFF ENGINE.  Luckily for us we were in a construction zone with a wide spot where we could pull over to let the engine cool down before resuming our journey.  I later found out that I was over working the engine by not keeping it in a lower gear.  We are still learning as we go along.

That night we stayed in a pine forest at 8400 feet very close to a small mountain lake named Sibley Lake in Wyoming.   It is the kind of location where  commercials could be filmed.  We talked with several campers and people fishing and met their dogs.  Almost everyone who camps has dogs.

A fishing couple told us the temperature would probably fall to 46 that night.  They also said that it once snowed on July 4th where we were at.   It only got into the low 50s, but that cool mountain air makes for great sleeping.

This was our primitive and beautiful campsite in a Wyoming
forest.


Saturday:


Saturday we got up early to drive 326 miles to the Red Cliff Campground in the Gallatin National Forest.  Because this is a U.S. Park, we get to use our "America the Beautiful Pass" and got two nights of camping for only $27.  Not bad.

Some days are more "exciting that others.  Saturday was one of those days.  Remember that twisting Wyoming road we drove up and overheated the engine?  Now we had to come down it.  Long story short.  We pretty much lost our brakes.  Fortunately, about four miles down the mountain we decided to pull into one of the turn outs to get a few pictures and to let the brakes cool off a bit.

As soon as I got out of the coach I could smell HOT brakes.  When I touched one of the real aluminum wheels it burned my fingers.  We called good friend and White Knight Gary Omel, waking him at about 7 a.m. in California.  Gary told us what to do and we followed his directions.  What we needed to do was keep the transmission in first or second gear with our retarder control pulled all the way back to keep our road speed to 30 MPH or under.  Gary's directions worked like a charm.

We continue to learn.

But wait there is more. The last 25 or 30 miles to the campground has safety turnouts about every two miles.  One of my legs was cramping so I pulled into a turn out to stretch my legs.  We were there five minutes and pulled away.  As soon as I got back on the road we got a shrill beep, beep, beep from our tire monitor indicating low pressure in one of the rear tires.  Long story short.  We made it safely to our camp ground in the Gallatin National Forest. We have a leak in one of the rear tires.  We have to wait until sometime Monday before our road service -- Coach-Net -- can get someone out to fix the tire.  These tires are only about 3 months old so hope it is nothing worse than a nail in the tread.

While at Red Cliff we checked out the countryside.

Found these wild flowers 

Sandy liked this stone formation

This beautiful home is on the Gallatin River in the Gallatin 
National Forest in Montana and only a five minute walk 
on the trail from our camp site.

And this unique cat window was custom built by the owner 
of an RV next to us in the Red Cliff camp ground.  He was a 
retired aerospace engineer.

Monday

Coach-Net sent Tire Rama to fix our tire.  Turns out the problem was the tire valve.  It was not adequately tightened when installed three months ago and it worked loose, allowing air to escape.   Shows you how much we are at the mercy of someone doing their job properly.  We were only
inconvenienced.  It could have been far worse.

We are now in Deer Lodge, MT until Wednesday morning.

More later,

Life on the road

From Hot Springs, South Dakota Angostura Reservoir


When I walk around the campground I often think back to the time when I had two weeks for vacation and generally took one week and went somewhere.  As nice as those vacations were, they were always tinged with the reality that I had to go back to work and to "the real world."  My remembrances are reinforced on Sundays and Mondays.  For Sundays it is when we see a lot of people packing up and pulling out of their camp site.  For Mondays it is noticing how few campers remain.

Then for so many of those who have to get back to reality, the cycle begins all over on Wednesdays and Thursdays when the campgrounds begin to fill up again. 

We don't experience those thoughts anymore.  Now when we leave our camp site it is with the wonder of what will we see next.  Will it be something unique?  Will we meet a new friend?

Similarly, most days are unstructured.  Today was one of those days.  We packed a picnic lunch and went back to Custer State Park.  We wanted to see the Crazy Horse monument and we did from a distance, but we declined to fork over $20 to see this work in progress up close.

  
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After our quick look at Chief Crazy Horse we stopped at
Lake Stockade and had lunch on the shore.

(Objects adjacent to the mirror are bigger than they seem.) 
On the way home we came across this huge bison.  I was 
putting the camera away when he 
bolted and galloped in front of the car.  Bison can move very
fast.  Signs all over the park caution visitors against getting 
out of their cars near buffalo.

Yesterday we spent some time in nearby Hot Springs. There are many building constructed from limestone quarried nearby.  These are elegant and grand structures.  This is the schoolhouse that housed grades 1-12 from 1893 through 1961.  Today it is home to a museum filled with artifacts from early life in this frontier town.  It was built at a total cost of $23,550.

Stay tuned.