The other day the Blue RV people came through , and the van with a name now has new house batteries. These weren’t the Battle Born ones from Sparks, that I really wanted but are Li Time, from China, so hopefully they were made by child labor, with good vision, and will last a long time.
Everything worked so I give the Blue RV good marks.
It was a couple of days before I could head out but when I did, I headed to highway 12 for a drive along the Clearwater River. This is a beautiful drive no matter if you are east or west bound. Last time I traveled this way the rafters and kayakers were on the river. This time it was people fishing.
Some fisher people were standing in the river in rubber fishing gear; some were oaring boats that looked a lot like the McKenzi river boats. Some were using boats with outboard motors, and some had even anchored their boats and stepped out and were now standing in the middle of the river, with fly rods, and all manner of fishing poles. I never saw anyone catch a fish but I really didn’t watch for long.
I did east bound Lolo pass again, this is truly one of my favorite
drives, and I would have stayed at the dry campground in the middle but the
batteries needed to be plugged in and fully charged before I abuse them.
I ended up at a koa in Missoula that I didn’t realize I stayed
here previously until I fell for the GPS trick of turning on a side road and
then facing a left turn across 4 lanes of traffic that resembled a conveyer belt
of cars. I was forced to do some mini
cooper maneuvers to get across this
traffic jam, but apparently if you are
driving an F 350 in Montana the road is yours.
I journeyed south on highway 93 all the way to Challis Hot Springs and got the last two nights of camping before the park closed for the season.
The facilities are well used here but the pools are primo,
and very relaxing. I slept for quite a while that first day after a dip in the
hot pool.
It was a peaceful drive southbound on 93
I think I only saw 4 or 5 cars the entire morning.
I stopped in Arco Idaho, the atomic town for fuel and supplies
Another peaceful ride into Blackfoot, where my blue highway
ride would be over as I needed to do a run on I15
Blackfoot is apparently the potato capital of Idaho and has
the Potato Museum, that I was planning on visiting until I saw the sign “Ramp
Closed”. I had a feeling that the closure would involve my ramp and sure enough
it did.
What happened next was an almost two hour drive to go 5 miles to the next ramp.
I would have stopped and gotten some proper photos of the muffler girl but I would still be stuck in Blackfoot, as I later learned that the entire Interstate, east and west bound had been closed because a semi rammed into a bridge, leaving the structure precariously balanced and at the whim of gravity.
No word if the driver survived or not.
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