10 memories of Missoula

Ted. Tomorrow morning we leave Missoula, Montana to begin the long drive back to Atlanta. Here are a few things I won’t soon forget about our month here:

• The distant sound of a train’s whistle each morning as I walk up to Le Petit Outre, for a fresh, crusty baguette.

• Trying not the stumble while simultaneously walking and admiring the spectacular scenery of Glacier National Park.

• The fragrance of mock orange shrubs in Kootenai Canyon (Bitterroot National Forest).

• Standing in line for ice cream at the Big Dipper (and that would be cardamon for me and Mexican chocolate for Judy). 

  

  Big Dipper Ice Cream

• Picking huckleberries in the Rattlesnake National Recreation Area of Lolo National Forest, just 15 minutes from our apartment.

Huckleberries

•  Exploring Rock Creek with local Servas host, John.

 

With John at "shaky bridge"

• Buying local foods like morel mushrooms, Flathead Lake cherries and huckleberry jam at the Clark Fork Farmers Market. 

  

  Clark Fork Farmers Mkt as seen from the Higgins Ave bridge

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• Biking along the Kim Williams Trail with new buddy, Dwight.

• Meeting incredibly friendly and polite folks everywhere; from fellow volunteers at the International Choral Festival to complete strangers on the sidewalk.

• Sipping a nice wine and just staring at Mount Sentinel from the balcony of our wonderful apartment.