Westward

 

my white-bearded boys

October 3, 2022

Leaving Glacier National Park, we were ready for a laundry day, a little electric, battery top-ups, and showers.  Not in that order.  We spent three nights in a cozy little campground in northwestern Montana.  We were ready to carry on.  

 

We left Montana and its trees in the mist, worked our way through the Idaho panhandle and northeastern and north central Washington.  Imagine our surprise when it looked like we were backtracking.  We were reminded of the South Dakota and Wyoming plains. Who knew these parts of Washington state identified as Western?  In one town the shops were all Western-tie-up-your-horse style and the fonts on the street signs were traditional saloon western.  Huh.

the landscape alternated between sparse patches of trees

and desert-feeling plains

 

We spent a night with maybe 10 other campers in a Walmart parking lot sweating our heads off.  In north central Washington!  It was about 90 degrees in the camper.  Really did feel like the West, not the north.

 

 

It was pretty exciting to begin to see mountains as we headed far north and west to find the North Cascades National Park the next morning.