I can’t say, prior to this trip, that I can ever recall even thinking about Missoula, Montana. But in a few hours, I will be there. We left Cody to head up toward Glacier and due to the weather we’ve experienced recently and the forecasts, we decided to make a stop in Missoula.
Apparently Missoula is one of the few liberal enclaves in Montana. Which is great because we’re getting pretty tired of having Fox News on the TVs when we go to a bar or restaurant. I never thought I would miss Wolf Blitzer, but it’ll be great to see his beard and hear his raspy voice again.
We also grew tired of the camping in wet and cold and rented a room at a hostel in Glacier. Our final night in Glacier will consist of our primary major indulgence on this trip: the Prince of Wales Hotel, just over the border in Canada.
More to come…
Categories: On the road · Side trips
Tagged: Missoula, Montana, rural america, rural towns, small towns
We were hungry.
That’s what led us to Livingston. So we pulled up next to “Sport” a bar and restaurant that was established in 1909. I tried to imagine what the town must have been like a hundred years ago. Back then, it must have been the quintessential frontier town.
Sport reflected its past. It had a long, long, long bar that you can very easily imagine cowboys standing beside and ordering “Give me a whiskey and make it a double.” There was even a spittoon bucket for tobacco chew byproducts.
We sat next to a large wall cabinet and noticed that it was manufactured by a Chicago company that I am sure now no longer exists. We were nosey and opened the doors and found stacks and stacks of Life magazines and copies of the Sunday Evening Post. We both grabbed a copy of Life and thumbed through it as we awaited our lunch.
The issues were from 1937 and Marc noticed an article entitled “Roosevelt’s battle with the Supreme Court.” FDR was trying to push through an effort to require justices to retire at the age of 70 and bring the total number of justices on the court to 15.
A different time…
Livingston just seemed like a perfect little town and we were really glad we stopped there. It’s funny how when you’re travelling you never quite really know where you’ll end up visiting.
Categories: On the road
Tagged: Livingston, Montana, On the road, photography, pictures, rural america, rural towns, small towns
