Hitin' the back roads
Room last night in Libby was real Montana style. Gotta love it. Rained all night. Turned on the heat.
Folks at the motel suggested a different route than planned back to Spokane Valley. Followed their suggestion. Leaving' Libby heavy fog, dripping wet and cold. Turned south on Montana 56. In the fog. Signs readin' "Watch for Deer next 20 miles". Keepin' my eyes open. Up ahead black things in the road. Roll off the throttle. Hittin' the brakes. Come to a complete stop. Must be 25 - 30 wild turkeys taking their sweet time crossing the road. Signs didn't say anything about turkeys.
Four mile detour off HWY 56 on a narrow single lane road ends at the Ross Creek Giant Cedars. The cedars are over 500 years old. Rays of light filter through the trees. Time seems to stop. Quiet, peace, strength, tranquility. Words fall short.
At Cabinet Rock Gorge, border between Montana and Idaho, round a curve and over 140 cars of all makes, models, and years come into view. Stopped in time against rocky cliffs. Moments of history from Montana and Idaho.
There was a moment today leaving the ancient cedar grove when turning right meant finishing the trip. Turning left meant.....
It was tempting to turn left.
Kickstand down in Spokane Valley tonight. Drop off the Heritage Classic in the morning at Lone Wolf Harley-Davidson.
be strong, be safe, Carlan