Lost Creek State Park, Montana - NOT Idaho Falls

Because I have missed two days in my logging, this should be particularly long. Insteady, it will be relatively short - primarily to keep everyone up to date on what's happened.

First off. Margaret received the green light from the doctor Thursday a.m. that she was ok to travel. He gave her prescription refills on her meds and reminded her that she would still require 5 more weeks to recover.

After a massive shopping spree at Sam's Club and Wal-Mart Thursdays evening, we were ready to head out. Friday a.m. after feasting at Smitty's again (Margaret ate well; Swedish pancakes with lemon, butter, and powered sugar) we returned the rental car and prepared to head north.

Friday night was our first "experience" with a State Park Campground (on this trip). With the 5th wheel trailer, I was always reluctant to head into uncharted territory (i.e. no-hookup campgrounds off the main thoroughfare), but tonight we saw a sign for Lost Creek State Park (Montana - just north of Anaconda (the copper mine, not the snake)). 8 miles later, including progressively going from two lane state highway to one-lane gravel, we arrived in Lost Creek. I know why they called it that.

After asking some folks if "does this road go anywhere?" and getting the answer, that, "Yes, it does a loop later.", we proceeded. Let me say, it is good we didn't meet anyone. Fortunately, we were bigger than everyone else! We actually found a place I could easily back into. Don't know I could have done it with a trailer, but Margaret assures me I could have.

Anyway, spent a quiet night among the pines - in a narrow canyon with shear walls - a nice little creek running through it. No hookups obviously, so we ran the generator! But not for long; we know how generator people can be so obnoxious!

Evening came early. Morning came late. Because of the canyon walls.

After nervous negotiations through the "loop", we returned successfully to the main road - and within the hour, to Interstate 90. So off to the west.

Margaret's shart eyes spotted the Testicle Festival billboards in Clinton, Montana. We're not making this up. A Google search of Testicle Festival shows Rock Creek Lodge in Clinton, MT, having such a Festival starting on my birthday! Must be a connnection there somewhere. May have to stop on our way east?

Margaret pooped out today after 3 hours of driving. But she was ok after a one-hour nap. We'll have to learn how to pace ourselves and her endurance until she recovers.

Don't know, at this point, when we'll arrive in Olympia, WA (our destination) but it should be within 4 -5 days from here.

Margaret is feeling better overall, and should be able to participate in this blog soon. Hang in there all. We're on our way.