We left Three Frogs and was soon passing through the small town of Darby, Montana. And there off to the left was a used book store. Stop!
This store was unique in that it also had excess books from the local library in addition to the usual.
Even more unusual was that there was no set price. Unless otherwise posted the books cost you whatever you felt like donating.
I walked out with five books in my arms.
Back at the RV I checked the closed thrift shop once again and it was now open.
She had come in an hour early to catch up on some work.
I walked out with two more books.
The next campground down the road was
and my goodness, what a lovely little campground. It was like a city park with manicured lawns and all. Ten sites and we took the one down on the end, number nine.
Spring Creek ran by the campground producing a wonderful gurgling sound.
Just a tad too cool to get in though.
Later in the afternoon I took another walk over to the stream and walked along the water’s edge wearing short pants and my flip-flops. Right there in the middle of the photo was a Western Diamond Rattlesnake which I DID NOT see until I was even with it, well within striking distance. It never coiled or rattled; it just quickly slithered off into the brush on the right. I only saw the latter two-thirds of the snake and guessed it to be nearly three feet long and had six or seven rattles.
It took me a couple hours to get over this. All I could think of was what could have happened. I was also very upset with myself for being so careless. This was only the second time in my life I unknowingly came within striking distance of a rattlesnake. All the others (and there’s been many) I have come across I have seen them before they see me and that’s just the way I like it.