As the sun rose Wednesday morning, my strawberry roan was headed west; southwest to be exact. With the sun at our backs and the wind in our face, we roared out onto highway 200 towards Missoula. The first 180 miles came to life when we broke into the tiny town of Sun River. The elegant land welcomed us with a mixture of handsome ranches and rugged landscape. The crisp edged plateaus, stood like giant sentinels standing guard, ensuring us safe passage. Rough stock, sagebrush and antelope stood in the wings as though waiting to go on stage. Beauty and rolling hills went on and on and on.
As we rolled into Lincoln, we stopped in the ranger station to see the giant grizzly on display.
This big, 800+ pound bear was hit, just down the road, by a dump truck. Long story short; the bear was killed and the truck was wrecked as well. While I got my fill of Griz at the ranger station, I had to endure one more brush through the home of the Griz, Missoula,Montana. The worst part of the entire trip was the path through Missoula. Breaking through, however got us to Lolo and it was a cool 30 more miles until we hit Lolo Hot Springs.
We decided to spend the evening in a small cabin, directly across the road from the springs. Dinner (only by definition) and a wonderful soak and off to la la land. As the sun breached the canyon walls, we were already on the rocks, high above the campground, welcoming the morning and giving thanks for all we have; everything.........highs and Lolo's.
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