Then through the pan-handle of Idaho..... and really, who knew it was called the pan-handle (ok, a lot of people, but I am not one of them).
We didn't even see any White Supremacists. We did see a beautiful lake and wished we had a boat (or even a swimming suit) to enjoy the water. And we had a quick bite with a very sad looking Paul Bunyan (his blue ox was even more sad looking, but I didn't get a picture of that).
On to Warshington. And no picture of the state sign because it was in the middle of the road, not on the left as expected. Why does Washington think they have to be all different and mess with the signs so nobody can get a picture?! (And there was never a sign for Montana, we didn't even know we were there until a billboard announced Big Sky Plumbing or what-not.... just plain ridiculous!)
So, I was told we would get to go on a Ferry boat on the last leg of the journey. But Owen (stupid cousin) changed his mind and re-routed us. And I was promised a ferry ride, so dammit we were going to find a ferry. So, we used our trusty back-up map and found the ferry. Which was NOTHING like I had imagined... I wanted the fancy ones I have seen on Grey's Anatomy where you park your car and walk to the top deck and relax and enjoy the ocean (or lake or river). Nope, we got none of that. Our ferry reminded me of those little ones that are pulled by ropes from each bank or possibly the kind with those giant sticks to push us. We didn't even get a view because two stupid trucks were blocking us in (one of which contained flammable liquids, and the sign CLEARLY said vehicles containing flammable liquids had to ride alone - we could have blown-up at any minute).
See, that's our ferry in the middle of the river (below). (Now you can see I wasn't joking about that rope pulling thing).
This was our sad little view out the front....
And the side. What the crap is a BO'SN anyway? And what's he stowin?
FINALLY we made it to the camp. Ate some dinner and went to bed. More to come....
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