We made it into Dillon Montana last night, and camped at the KOA. It made for a nice, clean, quiet night, and we weren't in Utah. Despite my lamentations about camping, we've decided we have more fun overall when we camp, as long as I get a shower occasionally. Being in hotels is kind of just like home... the TV is sometimes on, one or the other of us is usually on the computer, Hana plays a bit of ball and lounges around like she's the queen of the house. Camping we're at least outside, reading books, and chatting a bit more.
The morning got off to a great start when we found an espresso stand in Dillon. I pulled up and ordered a double tall soy latte and then realized I may not be in frequent-soy country so amended it to an americano. The coffee guy looked at me and said, "So how many shots do you want?" At that point, I remembered I'm not in Seattle anymore, Toto, and translated into non-Seattle coffee language... the guy was offended by my Starbucks mug, and very excited about his "Italian" coffee, which must be a big deal out here, but let me tell you... that is the best cup of coffee I've had on this trip so far. I'm a happy camper. Literally.
Today's aim is Post Falls, Idaho. We're hoping to stay two nights in or near Post Falls, Coeur D'Alene, or Spokane, and get in a bit of climbing and camping, then head for Vantage on Friday morning to climb and camp and home on Saturday.
We're presently at a gas stop near Missoula pirating internet access (woo hoo for wi fi) in the trucker lanes because that's the only place to get diesel. In our little wagon we get some funny looks from the truckers... not to mention the auto shut off didn't shut off with our little car, so Chris is now covered in diesel fuel. Smells almost as good as when we went by that roadkill skunk a few miles back... at least wet wipes can help with the diesel smell.
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