September 24: The low last night was in the mid-30’s and the high
today is only 59 degrees with a cumulus cloud cover. In looking at
the map and the forecast for cooler weather in Montana with rain and
possibly early snow, we decide that we will have to leave Bass Creek
earlier than planned and begin the journey south. I am not so happy
about this, as it means a change of plans as far as seeing family
goes, but I do understand the wisdom of the decision.
In the afternoon, Clifford and I drive to one of the other main drainages in the Bitterroot Range, Kootenai Creek, just a few miles further south in the Bitterroot Valley. It is a lovely hike with lots of autumn color and the creek seems especially lively as it tumbles around boulders and over rocks that form the creek bed. We left camp a little late for getting sunlight on the foliage, but at least we are here and have the opportunity to enjoy this beautiful scenic trail before we leave this area.
Sunday August 12: Smokey and a few puffy clouds this morning at the Bass Creek Recreation Area where we are camped, but other than the smoke, it is a nice day and good that it is not so hot as it was in Missoula yesterday (100+ degrees).
Today is a gathering of my siblings and spouses at my sister Nancy’s house, just down the Bitterroot Valley a few miles from where we are camped. Daughter Becka calls and we chat while I make a quinoa/fruit salad for the potluck with my siblings.
and Dick’s place is looking really nice; tall shade trees and a
beautiful big lawn provide a pleasant outdoor space for the
gathering. Besides Nancy and Dick, my brother Rollie is there,
brother Ed and his wife Sheryl, and sister Lillian and her husband
Cliff. Lots of good conversation and laughter as we partake of the
potluck. Rollie and I play music for a bit. It is such fun having
this time together.
at camp, we hang out until my bedtime, and just as I’m getting into
bed, I hear a noise (Clifford is outside) and looking toward the
kitchen, I see mice coming up out of the heat vent. I have a mouse
phobia, so my scream brings Clifford back to the camper. Two mice are
caught in glue traps that we put out, as I suspected there was a
mouse in the house. All the years we had Terry, we only had one mouse
one time; we’ve only had Cougar two weeks and have already caught
two mice with possibly a third on the loose. I’m kind of freaked
out about this and it is midnight before I finally go back to bed.
More bigger better mouse traps are high on the shopping list for
August 13: It is still smokey, but otherwise a pleasant today. Today
I am going to Lillian’s place, also in the Bitterroot Valley, a
ways out of Stevensville. I stop at a thrift store in Stevensville
to drop off stuff that is being discarded due to the move from Terry
to Cougar. Need to simplify a bit. Then on out to Lillian and
Cliff’s place in the slopes of the Sapphire Mountains, the range
facing the Bitterroot Range, forming the wide Bitterroot Valley.
and I have a great visit with show-and-tell time, since I haven’t
been there for at least a year, and then we sit in her outdoor
seclusion area, enjoying the peacefulness of the place as we talk.
All too soon it is time to head back to camp.
stop at the Super 1 on my way and buy mouse traps, hoping that we
really don’t need them. Clifford and I have a late dinner and begin
packing, as tomorrow we must leave. It has been great being here, but
we have other places to go and people to see.