And boy was it incredible!
Since it’s my day to do the blog, I’d like to go back and correct Scott’s post from yesterday where he said I’d wait for real food right outside of Great Falls. What actually happened was that Zippy McImpatient hopped on the bike and hauled out of town because he was ready to get on the road, and then he was ready to eat shortly after. But alas, Zippy had missed his chance for a hot meal, and we had to drive 40 miles until we found a Subway. Just to set the record straight.
Now, onto Day 10…
We’re staying in the incredible resort town of Whitefish, Montana. We’re already looking at real estate, because this place is amazing. There’s a view everywhere you look.
For some reason, we went to bed around four o’clock this morning. And for some other unexplainable reason, Scott was awake at eight. I told him to go back to sleep or he had to go outside with the bears. He went back to sleep.
The plan for the day was to go out with our friends, John and Kristen, so they could show us around Whitefish and take us to Glacier National Park. I can’t even put into words how beautiful this area is.
The pictures don’t do it justice, and there was just a point where I stopped taking pictures so I could soak it all in.
But first, we had to get ready for John and Kristen to pick us up. Which was a lot harder than it should have been. The cabin we’re staying in has technology out the wazoo.
From the lights to the fireplace to the bathtub, shower, and sound system, it’s all programmed on an ipad. The only problem was Scott and I didn’t get the memo about how to work the shower.
It has about sixteen jets, eight choices for light colors, five choices for what kind of massaging the shower heads can perform, and if you stand in just the right position, it does things that are illegal in most southern states.
We got the water and lights turned on, but setting the temperature was a mystery.
I lucked out and managed to take a hot shower yesterday, but by the time Scott got in it was on Max Cold and there was no warming it up.
This morning (more like afternoon because we slept late), we both had the same problem and the water was freezing. We called maintenance, but he seemed just as confused by the technology as we did.
The maintenance man stayed for a while and puttered around a bit, and then I think he left to go have a snack before coming back. While he was gone, I got lucky and turned on the water and it was a hundred and seven degrees.
I yelled at Scott to strip off his clothes and get in the shower. There was no telling how much time we had with the hot water.
He moves pretty fast when he wants to, so we jumped in and started soaping up. I told him to stop crying about how hot it was. Hot is always better than cold. By the time I was shampooed up, the temperature had dropped to a hundred degrees.
I kept yelling at Scott to scrub faster, but the temp was down to ninety. It was every man for himself at this point. I finished up and left him in the shower as the water got even colder. All I remember after that point was a bunch of screaming from inside the shower.
Kristen and John picked us up and listened politely to our shower drama, even though we were running about half an hour behind schedule. And then we headed to Glacier National Park.
I’ve never seen anything like it. I have a few “favorite” places we’ve been to in this country, and this place has moved near the top. It might even take the top spot.
I decided to stake my claim while we were there.
Scott decided to still take pictures with me even though I left him in the frigid shower. He’s a good egg.
We took Going to the Sun Road all the way to the top of Glacier National Park. As awesome as it would have been to take the motorcycle on the road, it also would’ve been a little scary.
Scott is convinced that bears are going to jump out and swipe a paw at him. He says he’s prepared to duck so the bear gets me instead. Anyway, we were grateful for John and Kristen’s car.
The views never got old.
This is the actual background, you guys. Not a green screen. It’s hard to believe it’s real.
Once we came back down the mountain, we were pretty hungry, so we headed into town and went to a place called Bulldogs.
The food was delicious. Our advice is to order the stuffed pretzels and stay out of the bathrooms. There’s stuff on the walls in there you don’t want your kids seeing. There are better ways to get an anatomy lesson. But the bacon burger was amazing.
Scott stopped by a table of bikers on our way out and discovered they’d driven all that way from Fort Worth and were heading back the way we’d come.
I think the greatness of Whitefish is no longer a secret. Or maybe it never was a secret and we’re just late to the party. But we love it, and I don’t think we’re ready to get back on the road tomorrow.
John and Kristen took us to see their beautiful home, and they get to see those gorgeous mountain views from just about every window in their house.
I got a lot of new ideas for things I want to do to our house when we get back home. I’m sure that excites Scott to no end. But he’s a trooper, and as long as I get it all done and present a finished product to him he’s usually cool with it.
Hopefully, Scott won’t read this and he’ll just be surprised. He loves surprises. Almost as much as he loves hugs.
We enjoyed more conversation, and then we realized it was after nine o’clock. Time is deceptive here since it doesn’t get dark until almost eleven. Scott decided he needed ice cream at this point, so we all went to Dairy Queen and got Blizzards before heading back to our cabin.
Now, we’re snuggled in on the sofa, watching Forensic Files, and replaying the day. The sights we saw today just have to be seen in person. There’s nothing like it. You guys should come visit. We might know of a place you can stay if we end up buying property here.
Tomorrow, we’re supposed to head south and prepare to ride Beartooth Scenic Highway. Oh! And we have a couple’s massage scheduled in the morning, so that will be awesome, even though Scott always falls asleep during a deep tissue massage. I don’t know how he does it.
We’ll see y’all tomorrow for Day 11!
Leah and Scott