Left Glacier this morning after sending a couple of postcards and snapping a few mountain lake pics like this one…
And also took this shot of Scarlet taking the morning sun at Apgar Village.
On the back roads I chose in traveling to my current locale (a place I’ve already passed through briefly without mentioning it), I saw a few of the numerous espresso kiosks that dot this area of the country. Out in the middle of nowhere, as you drive along admiring the nothingness, up pops a kiosk. “Espresso!” it shouts. In fact, even the small sleepy resort towns like Seeley Lake [clue!] have an espresso place. In fact, Seeley Lake has at least two of them, right across the street from one another. I dont’ know if the proprietors stand outside their stores, trading insults and trying to convince passing motorists to try their brew, but it’s fun to think about. The Americano I had was very good, but don’t tell that to the guy across the street.
Another, albeit unfortunate, common sight along these roads are signs like the one pictured below.
In the lake picture at the top of this post, you can clearly see the effect. It can make for lovely evenings, but I doubt Montanans are cheering about the glorious sunsets given the cost.
Today is Friday but I’m giving you the warning now, because I know you’ll want to plan in advance. I’ll be honoring the sabbath on Sunday and as a result will not be posting anything. Mark your calendars for Monday as I’m going to try to come up with something really cool to post as a sort of apology for Sunday’s post-freeness.
Finally, you probably don’t need another clue to find out where I am, but I’ll give you one. Laura Palmer’s cousin Maddy Ferguson was from here.