Moving On

July 10, 2012

We awake to scattered showers and depart Drummond at 9 AM.  This town is small, with a few saloons, 2 gas stations and a country store. However; humor prevails.  There is a sign above a huge lot that says “Used Cows for Sale”,  not the ordinary “Used Cars for Sale.”

Good roads and breathtaking scenery greet us as we pass through the city of Missoula and it only gets better.  Pine, fir, spruce, hemlock and cedar trees dot the hillsides and on the vast plains, the ubiquitous cows and horse are grazing.  And, as per usual, we come across a dead deer or other animal along the side of the road.

I put in another audio tape, “Lullaby Land” and this holds our interest as we cruise along side the Blackfoot River.  It is hot and temperature’s are in the 90’s!  We come to a  pullover with the expansive Flathead Lake as our front porch, and while Dick gets out his chair with detachable table, I make a turkey and cheese sandwich.

We continue our drive amongst cherry trees and stop at a stand and purchase a pound of this sweet, juicy fruit.  Five miles further, we come to a quaint town named Woods Bay, where I stop and finally sample my first taste of a huckleberry ice cream cone; yummy!

Our GPS is not helping us find Ed’s house in Columbia Falls, so with a call from our cell phone, he directs us to our destination.  It is now 2 PM.  The bumpy road leads up to his “home in progress.”    His living room/kitchen area overlooks a meadow with 3 horses, a herd of Barbados Black Bellied Sheep and the Swan Mountains as a backdrop.  He is 7 miles from Glacier National Park.  The home is situated on 10 acres  that once belonged to Ed’s parents and it’ s truly hard to describe this “fairy tale” land.

Ed Woster is 58 years old, has a toothy grin, graying hair and a “stocky” build.  He has put on about 20 pounds since we last saw him.  When he lived in Santa Barbara (for 30 years), he worked for Hayward’s County Lumber, but opted for an early retirement.  It is our daughter, Susan who introduced us and she has remained friends with him all these years.  Ed’s girlfriend is still living in Santa Barbara, but Columbia Falls is where  is where he grew up and  the call of Wyoming was beckoning him to return.

Ed takes us for a tour through his unfinished home and around the outskirts of the property.  His workshop is a handy man’s dream, and Dick is salivating at all the tools!  At one time, Ed rented a workshop from us in Santa Barbara and his handy work is filled throughout the home.  Most of the rooms are barren of furniture as there is still quite a lot of work left.  Outside, in the wooded area, he shows us an old tree house that he and his brother use to play in, old farming equipment (tractor and plow)  and a huge canister  filled with antique items that go way back in time, such as an old refrigerator, and furnishings that once belonged to his parents!  A rabbit scampers across the field and I feel the presence of other animals close by.

Over colas and ice water, we talk about old times, until our tummies begin to growl and  so we all hop into Ed’s big Ford 150 pick-up truck and head to the town of White Fish for dinner.  A Farmer’s Market is just ending and there are throngs of people in the streets.  It is now 8:30 PM and the sun is still shinning brightly in the clear, blue sky.  (It doesn’t get dark until 10 PM.)  This upscale town is a bit like our Montecito with it’s shops and restaurants lining the main street.  We settle on a small eatery and on the way home, Ed points out various places of interest.

We teach Ed the game of Sequence, and at midnight, we all retire for the evening.  Dick and I sleep in our RV since there is no furniture in the guest bedroom.

July 11

I creep out of the van at 7:30 AM (Dick is asleep) and enter the house to take a long awaited shower.  Ed is in his room, and I hear soft jazz music coming from the radio in the kitchen.  As I gaze out the tall windows, the horses are grazing. but the Barbados black Bellied Sheep are all lying down in the grassy meadow, resting.

Ed Woster is full Scandinavian and his looks do not hide the fact.  He has pale blue eyes and fair skin.  His father was the manager of a large aluminum plant  here n Columbia Falls and today Ed drives around and gives us a history lesson.  We drive by his schools and the lake where he and his brother would go fishing.  He took us to the 5 homes he grew up in and spent his youth.  Ed was a star athlete and excelled n the long jump.

The building of the Hungry Horse Dam was started in July of 1948, and in 1952, President Truman threw the switch to start generating electricity.  We spend a lot of time here taking photos and walking around the visitor center.  What an amazing feat of engineering!

Lunch at a cute cafe in town and then a quick jaunt across the street for a slice of the famous Huckleberry pie.  With John Lennon’s “Imagination” playing in the background, I listen to Ed and Dick discuss everything from athletics to growing up in Montana and Minnesota.  The weather is hot and dry and will continue through the week.

Tomorrow we are off for the next part of our journey; Canada!

I realize my blogs are long, but we do so much and I don’t want to leave anything out.  You don’t have to read it all at one time, or you can wait until I publish my book!


4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Dianne Elliott
    Jul 12, 2012 @ 05:17:52

    THIS IS YOUR BOOK and I am enjoying it.


  2. Elaine Rudin
    Jul 12, 2012 @ 05:48:33

    i love reading your travel log. Keep it up!


  3. Sharon Sarah Z.
    Jul 13, 2012 @ 02:11:30

    love the long blogs, takes me away for a few minutes, from the cement jungle in Brooklyn over here….


  4. ricky
    Jul 16, 2012 @ 03:41:25

    I agree with the the three other comments. This blog is a book. it took Diana & me a while to catch up on everything, but we are now current and plan to stay that way. I cant wait for you get to Canada. Blog on! RB


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