Zip lining was on the agenda for day three in Montana. And I have to say I was a little nervous about it. More nervous than I was about jumping out of a plane. This may seem funny but with skydiving I wasn’t really responsible for doing anything except holding my head back and screaming. The latter I did quit well I must say. But I didn’t really know what to expect with zip lining over 400ft drops, at pretty high speeds, down a mountain. But it wasn’t going to stop me.
We got to the Whitefish ski lodge and I was signed in, weighed, given a harness to wrangle into and told to pick out a helmet. Then a safety video was watched (already way more instruction than skydiving) and we headed out to the first zip. The bunny slope if you will. About 100ft long and not high at all. Cassandra, my new friend who also luckily works at The Great Northern Brewery, and I paired up since two zipped at a time and we were off and I was hooked. Ready to go higher and faster and longer. There were 7 lines in all. The highest was 400ft over a valley and the longest was 1900ft. There were poses like the starfish to slow yourself down and the pencil (my favorite) to speed up and go as fast as you could down the line. Also going on that day was production of a promotional video for the mountain. So if I make it into the promo video I will definitely post that too. Thank you Andy and Jesse for such a great day.
I know I make it look good 🙂
After the excitement of that it was time to feed this girl. Cassandra mentioned a “western Mexican” restaurant and since she is from San Diego I trusted her judgement on Mexican food above an unseen line that crosses this great country. (I have been told that there is a great Mexican place in Charleston that I need to try as well and someday I will. As I trust all the food I have tried in Chas and the giver of this advise). And I have to say Pascado Blanco did not disappoint. The Elk Chorizo and fish tacos (my weakness) were delicious as was the amazing tangerine, carrot and habanero hot sauce. Trust me…it was delicious!
And of course I wanted some dessert so it was back to a new favorite place, Loula’s, for some Bread Pudding with whiskey sauce and coffee.
It was a good day and I am very thankful that I have a dad who loves me and had it all planned out for me before I even got off the plane. And to top off the day we found a local distillery, started by some North Carolina boys, where they make some pretty strong drink in the Montana mountains. And they had recently purchased what every distillery needs…a Yak.
Glacier National Park is beautiful. Of course you think of most of our national parks and you think of natural beautiful and some man made (Mt. Rushmore for example) beauty. But I loved Glacier.
We took an open top bus tour through the park to see as much as we could in the day we were there. The sun was shining. The flowers were blooming and the smell of the lodge pole pine and cedar was wonderful. The Flathead river is a beautiful turquoise blue from the glacier run off and the “rock flour” that is picked up along the way. The Black Feet reservations flank the park with rolling sacred hills and prayer cloths blow in the wind through the trees. There are moose, deer and bears to be seen if you are looking. Cascading water cuts down mountainsides. I saw the Continental Divide and drove across it to the rivers flowing in a different direction.
No pictures I took that day can do it justice. It is like trying to capture the Grand Canyon on film. You can never quit convey the breathtaking feeling of seeing and smelling and hearing it all.
A few fun pictures from the Izaak Walton Hotel where we joined our tour.
When is the last time you used a pay phone?
Inquiring minds want to know
My view while waiting for the bus
A little writing
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The Continental Divide
A little sun and wind burned but it was a good day.
My day started with an alarm at 3:30AM. I had a plane to catch at 6. I arrived at the airport, checked bag, security scanners, and then found coffee.
Kalispell, Montana my destination. I’m always excited to go somewhere new. And Big Sky country is new and somewhere I’ve always wanted to see. And being a girl who isn’t a fan of cold weather I seized the chance to go in July when the temps reach a balmy high of 80 and not November when I don’t even want to think of what a normal HIGH may be…but I digress.
It is beautiful here. Naturally beautiful. Untouched in so many ways. It’s good to know that there are still places in this amazing country that seem to be untouched by the busyness of the rest of the world. In the valley where I am mountains surround and still have snow covering their tops. A place where snow was just cleared off of mountain passes in the last few weeks. Where the air smells of pine and honeysuckle and not exhaust fumes from everyone trying to get “somewhere.”
Don’t get me wrong. I love the city. I love having “somewhere” to be. But it is good to remember that you need to slow down. Being busy doesn’t always mean you are getting everything out of life that you could. More likely you are missing out on small things that could strike you deeply and largely. Take a breath and remember what honeysuckle in the air smells like. So far it’s been just what I needed.
Camera bag, coffee and IPad…I’m set.
Sunrise over Austin
Lewis and Clark discovered this river. I doubt it looks much different now than it did to them.
Snow covered mountain tops. Not clouds!
Northern Rockies. Almost there.
I will have some Good Medicine. Thank you. (brewery is just across the street)
So was my medicine
Coffee and Huckleberry Raspberry pie = happy girl
Happy I had my scarf and sweater
Me saying goodnight
I’ve been in Kansas the last few days. Seeing family and friends, going to a charity art auction and taking pictures. It’s been a good trip. Tomorrow morning is an early flight home and I will admit that I’m ready to be back in my own bed. It’s been good to see “home” again, meet a new little cousin and be in the open and cold air.
I love Charleston. I can see why so many others do too. We ate at Magnolia’s and it was devine. Orange buttermilk pancakes…I’d go back for those alone. Then we went to se the Yorktown. A fun piece of history. I’ll be back on Tuesday morning before I fly home…Can’t wait.
Today was a beach day. Tybee island was the destination. After laying out in the sun for a few hours we headed to The North Beach Grill to eat. I can’t say enough good things about it. Fried plantains with fresh salsa, fish tacos and the most amazing sweet potato fries with a balsalmic/honey reduction. If you’re ever on Tybee Isalnd be sure to make it there. And tonight I’m off to the Savannah Jazz Festival. More to come….
I can see why it’s easy to fall in love with Savannah. My first taste of the city came in the form of Shrimp and Grits with a sherry cream sauce, heavy sea air, the history of pirates, ghosts haunting the buildings along the waterfron…and if that’s wasn’t enough to discover on a first night how about some freshly pulled salt water taffy?
Crossing the Misissippi again. I was here last year on my way to Chattanooga. This year I’m on my way to Savannah.
I’ve wanted to go there for years and can’t wait to see the see the squares, eat the food and see the Spanish moss hanging. More pictures to come.
See you along I 20 🙂
Driving down back highways of Arkansas last summer there were little gas stations boarded up and abandoned all along the way. The interstates have claimed all the business with their super stations offering McDonald’s and Fried Chicken available with your petrol purchase.
The way of the future that has people speeding through life and not taking the scenic route. It might take a little longer but I would have missed not only this but the amazing pines, mist from the rain that began to fall and the open road ahead without anyone speeding around me or slowing me down.
*a little inspiration here
The best part of any journey for me has always been who was sharing the experience. And my trip to Colorado proved it to be true once again. Erica makes me laugh like no other. Ten years of friendship, many trips around the world and a true desire to see each other happy and thriving, no matter what life throws at us, tie us together. Josh is a partner in crime, adventurer and all around great guy. And he does the most beautiful swan dive into the snow I have ever seen. (video evidence can be seen here) Wrex, the dog was a friendly addition to our group. Several local breweries were sampled. Snow angels were made, of which mine was the best. Wonderful food was cooked by chef Josh. Sunshine and snow were plentiful. Laughter was easy. And memories sweet. Thanks to you both for such a great trip.