Last weekend, Frank & I went to Missoula, Montana (by way of Spokane, WA) for a marathon with about a dozen members of the Ship of Fools.
I’m always so happy to visit this part of the country. I lived in Idaho for about five years as a kid, and my summers involved a lot of road trips and camping all over the West. When we visit, I feel like I’m coming home. Also, the highs were in the low 80s, so the break from the heat was wonderful.
It was a pretty quick trip. Frank will probably write about the marathon itself on his website, so I’ll focus on the stuff I find interesting: the rafting, and the store.
After the marathon, ten of us decided to go whitewater rafting on the Clark Fork. We knew going into it that we’d be going through Class III and IV rapids (VI is the most dangerous Class), but we were still a little startled that during the most intense part of the rapids, the rafting company put people on kayaks and boogie boards around us in case we flipped into the cold water. We didn’t flip, but we all ended up soaked and had a great, great time. (The guys all jumped in the water once we were to the calmer spot, but I was already shivering and decided not to join them.)
Wall of ICY! COLD! water about to slam into me:
Me & Frank looking goofy, after a soaking:
Here’s a video of some of the trip:
On the way back to Spokane, we kept seeing this billboard:
We weren’t really sure what it meant, but after about 15 nearly identical signs, we wanted to find out. And WOW were we glad we stopped. This was a surprising, weird little place filled with weird little hillbilly tourists. Here’s what we found: