Regular followers will know that for a good part of last month's road trip we followed the Lewis and Clark route. At Lolo Summit we discovered the new visitor center, still in it's final stages of being completed. That is where I bought my Lewis and Clark book and my wife found the free hot chocolate. As we pulled out of the parking area I swung by to read this sign. My wife said to me "You know what?" (cue Twilight Zone music here) "Today is September 13." We just happened to arrive there exactly 206 years after the Corps of Discovery.
I am always pulling off at places marked as Historical Sites, that's if I see it in time and can get the Little House on the Highway slowed down in time. This site here was just an old abandoned cement bridge. No big deal. But I thought the photograph of Chief Timothy interesting in the fact that he was a quite handsome Indian. Kind of looks like a young Buster Keaton.
The main objective of the road trip was Glacier National Park, the only national park west of the Mississippi we had yet to visit. The morning we arrived at the gate was like a Clark Griswold arriving at Wally World moment for me (Chevy Chase in National Lampoon's Vacation). This is one of the most elaborate park signs I've seen.
Lastly, when you see a sign like this on the restroom doors of the RV park you are staying at you begin to start thinking you've made a mistake in your choice of places to stay. It proved to be the worst one of the entire trip. We had picked it only because it was closest to Glacier N.P.