Thursday morning last week found us loading up and hitting the road a little later than we'd planned as we headed up to Montana. This meant, no stopping for anything!! The Native's weren't allowed to eat or drink the entire way so there would be no potty stops. All nine hours! Okay, so we weren't that hideous but close!
As we stopped and gassed up the truck in Idaho Falls we hit a drive thru, grabbed food, and kept on going. No running around to stretch legs. There'd be plenty of that when we reached Montana.
Idaho. What can I say... good ol' boring Idaho......
Driving through Idaho means long endless roads and bugs. Lots and lots of bug guts on your windshield.
This is a, "My legs are whiter than yours Murphy!" shot.
See? Bug juice. Lots of it. It sounds like it is raining as you drive, so many bugs are splattering across the windshield. We love the big ol' mustard splatty ones. Now those, are sick!
See those red topped things way off in the distance? When I was a kid I would look for those. We would drive down from Montana to visit family and I always kept a watch out for these. They fascinated me. Back then, they were plain silver.
Now they have this on them. They still fascinate me. Grain silos. As boring as Idaho is, the grain and alfalfa fields are beautiful to me.
I do have to be nice for a moment. Anyone who has ever driven through Montana knows there are some really ugly parts. It just so happens that I grew up in the beautiful part in the mountains. Idaho is the same. There are parts that are just breath taking in beauty.
As we passed over the border heading into Montana I saw these off in the distance being drenched in much needed rain. My mountains. "I'm coming" my heart, body, and soul called out to them.
Please excuse the crack going across the windshield. I'd have gotten out and taken better photos but remember, we were in a hurry. Dinner was waiting for us, and country manners required that we not be late. Something like that....
Do you see the piles of hay? They have always looked like loaves of bread to me. Loaves of bread dropped from the heavens here and there out in the fields.
The photos are small so it is hard to see but if you click on them, you will see some wooden contraptions by the loaves of bread. They are called
beaverslides. The beaverslide is what makes the loaves of hay bread.
Want some honey and a slab of butter to go with your homemade wheat bread?
Home. After nine hours in the truck...... I got out and I could smell the ponderosa pines. It was beautiful. My heart started pounding, my eyes lit up, and a smile swept across my face. In twenty more minutes I would be in the arms of my family and loved ones but I had to get of the truck for just a second. A moment to just breath and drink in the beauty around me.
P.S. That last photo with the sprinkler pipes is for a certain someone cuz I know this person just loved moving pipe!! Next time I'll get a close up.