Monday, September 5, 2016

Whitefish, Mt. Sunday 9/4


What a lovely little town! Lots of shops and restaurants along the main drag, people everywhere, even a microbrew. Sadly, we didn’t go into the brewpub, but we had an excellent lunch at the Buffalo Café. Lots of artwork on display. I was surprised there weren’t more hats. Still, I give the town a thumbs up and highly recommend it to anyone when in the area.



 Speaking of hats, isn't Montana cowboy country? There are enough cattle around here to give Texas a run for their money. And yet, when you go into a public restroom here, none of them have the paper cowboy hats for the toilet seats. Everyone is just expected to plop it down there and share your germs. Eww!


We ended up going to town because the pass was extremely cloudy and cold. Plus we were out of chocolate. Janet knows where we’re coming from. We were going to go on another hike but it was too darn cold.



It was awesome seeing all the mountains partially hidden under the clouds though.





Tomorrow we leave West Glacier and head to Canada. Maybe have a beer with Dale in Waterton Park, which is the other half of the Glacier Waterton International Peace Park. (And you thought Dale had gone back to work. I believe this is another sabattical.) Gordon mentioned it was quite beautiful, so we are northward bound.

See you in Canada-


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4 comments:

  1. Hi Sue and Dave, you certainly have your priorities straight, choosing chocolate over a hike in the cold foggy mountains. It looks like you are wearing three coats in that picture!

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  2. Thanks for your confirmation Janet. I figured if anyone could relate to our chocolate addiction, it'd be you. It was really cold when she took that pic, I'm sure I had on at least three layers.

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    1. Dave, you've got her nailed on the chocolate thing. Chocolate can turn a cold, soggy Janet into a smiling happy Janet. Didn't know it had the same effect on you.

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  3. I'm channeling my inner Janet☺

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