Two Family Reunions!

Missoula, MT

We’ve been at two family reunions in a week.

Well, kind of…

We drove to Bigfork, Montana, to attend a family reunion last weekend. That family was of Rich’s step grandmother, Allie Mahoney. Langston We only went for one night, but we had a wonderful time visiting with Rich’s aunt, uncle, cousins, and nieces. (We’re not in the picture…)

Last night we stayed in a park at Lolo Hot Springs in Montana. We didn’t have any reservations. We figured if we couldn’t stay there, we would stay in the Walmart parking lot in Missoula, Montana.

The park at Lolo Hot Springs was pretty rough. No sewer hookups, lots of pot holes, and rather scary looking electrical hookups.

While we were driving around the park to get to our site, we passed a rig that had a sign out on it saying the owners’ names and home town.

Amazingly, they were from Fallon, Nevada–Rich’s home tome. Turns out they owned a restaurant there and one was the former county recorder. It truly is a small world.

Kenny and Vicky were at Lolo Hot Springs for a Tripp family reunion. At least 150 family members attended.

While we weren’t a part of the Tripp family reunion, I wanted to be a “Day Tripp-er” because they were having barbecued tri tip roast for dinner that night. tritip

Two of the Tripp ancestors used to own the resort, and the family holds the reunion there every two years. Turns out those ancestors were instrumental in bringing the first luge only run in the U.S. to the area after the 1964 Olympics.

We didn’t crash the reunion to eat tri tip. But we had a wonderful time visiting with some of the Tripp family members who were parked near us.

Dry Camping Virgin

Lolo Hot Springs, MT

Dry Camping, at least for us, means camping without power, sewer, and water. Dry camping involves running a generator to recharge batteries; the batteries run all of the electrical components within the RV.

Homer (our motor home) was a dry camping virgin until this trip. (Picture below isn’t of the generator, but you get the general drift: something mechanical is involved… )

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Dry camping with a motor home is much different than doing so with a travel trailer. While both use a generator to recharge batteries, if the batteries don’t get charged on a travel trailer, you can still drive off with your tow vehicle. If you batteries don’t get charged in your motor home, you’ve got a very big problem.

Rich had researched and read lots before our first dry camp with Homer. I was surprised it was so complicated, and I am very thankful that he took the challenge on.

All went well. The generator ran as prompted. The noise wasn’t as  loud as we expected. And the batteries charged as needed. Rich even turned it off an hour before the required ‘quiet time’.

The only negative thing that happened was that our neighbor left us a note after we left for a drive the following morning complaining that we ruined their evening the night before. The generator was too loud, and we talked too loud. Both Rich and Lil forgot to wear their hearing aids, so that answered half the problem. Giggles…

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But we still didn’t think the generator was that loud. We walked around and listened to other generators and tried to compare sound levels. Ours sounded about the same as most of the others and quieter than a few.

So when new neighbors arrived to take the same camping spot, Rich told them that he was running the generator and asked them if it was too loud.

Their answer: “Is it really running? We can’t hear it?”

All’s well that ends well…

Good Friends = Good Times

Lowell, ID

We met up with Dean & Lillian, our former neighbors and forever friends, for a wonderful camping visit to Selway Falls in northeastern Idaho.

The entire 100 miles of the Selway River is designated as Wild and Scenic. Only 160+ rivers are protected by 1968’s National Wild and Scenic Rivers Act sponsored by Senator Frank Church of Idaho.

The Selway is beautiful and very diverse. Wildlife sightings are common. Rich and I were there a couple of springs ago and we saw salmon jumping up the falls. Deer are abundant, and the vegetation resembles coastal area in Oregon with horse tail ferns.

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We have known Dean and Lil for eight years, and this is the third trip we’ve taken with them. All of them have been so much fun.

Dean and Lil are wonderful to travel with. They make great hosts and great guests! We can (and do) talk about a wide variety of topics. They have shared their vast knowledge of their native Idaho with us so that we feel welcomed in and knowledgeable about our adopted state.

This year’s trip was different because we are no longer neighbors. Plans were made via emails and phone calls. In the past those plans were made over beer and popcorn sitting at one anothers’ dining tables with maps spread out far and wide.

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While the former way was much more fun, the success of this year’s trip proved that any way we do it, we will still have a great time!

And you know it’s a great trip when it ends too soon with hugs and tears…

It’s Berry Season

Lowell, ID

Tons of wild berries grow in the Idaho mountains.

And we were fortunate enough to be in the right place at the right time.

We were even more fortunate to have our friends and experienced berry pickers with us.

During two separate drives into the mountains, we came across some huckleberry bushes and some blackberry bushes that were loaded with  ripe and delicious fruit.

I had never had huckleberries before this summer. Rich and I bought some in Polson, Montana, a week before. They were almost  priced like they were gold: $7.50 per half pound and $12.00 per pound. We splurged and bought a half pound, freezing half and cooking half with our sourdough pancakes the next morning.

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They were divine. To me they taste like a cross between a blueberry and a raspberry that’s been placed over a campfire for a few minutes for just the right amount of smoking.

Dean and Lil have picked lots of huckleberries and showed us what to look for. Luckily for us, the bushes we found had lots of berries at waist height. Normally the berries grow in bushes low to the ground so that they are hard to pick.

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Now we know why they are so pricey. 🙂

Sophie LOVED them and picked them off one by one, eating them right from the bush. The funny thing was that she could tell the difference between ripe and unripe ones; must have been that unique smell.

Rich, Dean, Lil, Sophie and I all had sourdough pancakes with huckleberries for breakfast the following morning. Yummy~!

On another drive, we ran into some huge blackberry bushes. While these bushes have lots of thorns, the berries are huge compared to the huckleberries. It didn’t take long to fill two bags.

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Alas, the only bags we had in the car were Sophie’s poop bags.  🙂 Thankfully, she hadn’t needed them yet…

Camp ‘n’ Dance

Lowell, ID

We are on our way to meet up with friends, and we needed a place to stay for just one night. We ended up in Lolo, Montana, at a park called The Square Dance Center and Campground. It is primarily a dance studio with RV spots for its visitors. During the week, there’s room for non-dancers like us.

action_square“The Dance Center was constructed in 1978 … for the whole purpose of square dancing and round dancing. It has a cushioned maple floor, air conditioning, excellent sound, and room for 30 squares.”

There wasn’t anysquare dancing on the night we were there,  but there was round dancing.

“Round dancing is choreographed and cued ballroom dancing that progresses in a circular pattern counter clockwise around the dance floor.”

So basically round dancing is fancier and more complicated square dancing. At least out looks like it to me.

Rich and I watched a bit and were amazed at the complexity of the steps. The dancers danced to the caller’s cues to the James Bond song “Skydance”.

10907ca50It was especially fun to watch the couples who were enjoying both the dance and each other.

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Where There’s Water…

Lolo, MT

there’s flora. We are staying at a beautiful park outside of Missoula, Montana. Jim and Mary’s RV Park boasts about its many flower gardens throughout the park. And they should! 0803141937 We’ve been talking with people who winter in Arizona, and we need to start preparing ourselves for the ambiance of the parks down there. While they have their own beauty, there is not much lawn or flowers or trees other than Palm trees. So we best better stop and smell the flowers now!

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And there’s also a bit of fauna! There are at least three domestic bunnies roaming the park. Here are two of them out for a morning snack…

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Deja Vu

Missoula, MT

We drove from Polson to Missoula today and took a tiny detour.

We stopped at the St. Ignatius Mission in St. Ignatius,  Montana.

For me it was a bit of deja vu for two reasons. First, I went to a Roman Catholic school called St. Ignatius for first and second grades. Second, my parents took us to multiple missions on vacations throughout our childhood.

All missions are beautiful for their own unique reasons, and St. Ignatius was no exception. The subtle colors of the mural paintings convey a peacefulness and sense of welcome.

It was completed in 1891. The Salish Indians had invited the Jesuits to their area and helped in building the church. They hand made the over 1,000,000 bricks used in building the church with local clay and straw.

WholeChurchThe murals on the ceilings and walls were painted by an Italian Jesuit brother who had had no formal training. The Salish Indians believed that he was inspired by the Holy Spirit.

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The church is still used for Sunday Mass at 9:30 a.m.

ChoirLoftAs a kid, I always loved sitting in the choir loft during Mass because I didn’t have to sit as still as if we were in a pew and it was easier to look at all the people. 
ConfessionalThe ever-feared confessional. Those curtains didn’t muffle much of the sound, so we spoke as low as possible. Not a problem unless the priest was hard of hearing. Then we had to raise our voices so that nearly everyone in the church could hear our sins. GrindingStone

This is part of the old grinding stone and mill that was used to grind the wheat for the missionaries. Headstones

These are headstones from some of the earliest priests, brothers, and sisters. It was interesting to read the various ages at death. Sister Mary Columba was 79 while Sister Blanche Lea was only 26.

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This is the original house for the priests and brothers.

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The pulpit had an interesting sea-shell shaped dome over it with a picture of a dove. I have never seen anything like that in a church before.

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This was the original house for the sisters.

The mission was very beautiful and peaceful, and I’m glad we stopped for a visit.

Saturday Goulash…

Polson, MT

Here are a few random pictures and thoughts for a quick and dirty Saturday goulash post…

“Snow Over Green” 0801141440The view from our sitting spot in Polson, Montana. Notice how green the grass is? They don’t water it. Brought to mind one of my favorite quotes: “Snow over green.” This was from Ray Ansotegui, a former Fallonite who is an agriculture professor at Montana State University where Richie went to school. Ray was talking about how Bozeman often stays green through summer and fall until the first snowfall of the season. “Snow over green” is poetic and picturesque.

“Walmart Called…” TV Loud One of our neighbors at the Polson RV park was complaining that her husband always had the television on too loud because he was hard of hearing.

Walmart is the nearest store to the park, and it’s about a half mile away.

Debbie told Dennis, “Walmart called and asked you to turn down the TV. It’s too loud even for them.”  

Cramalot Cramalot I’m always on the lookout for interestingly named businesses. I loved this for storage sheds because that’s exactly what Rich and I did: Crammed a LOT into the sheds…

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No More Secrets

Polson, MT

OK, it’s confession time…

One of the things I have done for years is to hide my overeating of sweets. I Love, Love, Love anything with sugar. It’s one of my favorite food groups!

Now that we are together 24/7 and have a very limited space, I can’t hide my stash of Sugar Babies any more. Everything’s out in the open.

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I felt like I was in the confessional again when I admitted the extent of my sweet tooth.

But afterwards, I felt like a huge burden had been lifted. Almost felt like I lost a few pounds!

So, you know what that means? I can eat more Sugar Babies!