Our Montana – The BEST Of ‘The Last Best Place’

Part III of our great Montana adventure is what has been promised by me to be the best.  But the amazing adventures we had were expansive!  More importantly, there were two distinct and important things that happened…so much so, that I am breaking this down into two posts.  This post is all the loving, romantic stuff and my NEXT post is all the touristy stuff we did with our loved ones that were visiting.  It was some of the best fun of our summer.

THIS is “Our Montana – The BEST Of ‘The Last Best Place'”; It is the loving, romantic stuff that made summer spectacular!


Christine and Chris didn’t always love each other but that was simply because they did not yet know each other.  Years later, it is now very clear that “each other” is exactly what their souls were always looking for.  

Our daughter Christine, and “her Chris”

There was a time when they actually thought they each loved someone else.  When those first relationships ended, both were left a bit smacked with pain from an aching heart and a realization that despite their efforts, they had gotten it really wrong.  Thankfully, in a world full of free will that allows us to screw it up all along the way, God has a way of steering us in the way He wants us to go.

Christy was working an extra job as she ended her relationship and had recently moved in with her dad and me (her reluctant step-mother), to get her life back on stable ground.  She was emotionally fragile, as one might expect, and unsure how things had gotten so far off her life’s plan.

Chris and his father were regular customers at the little indoor/outdoor bar at a local driving range where Christy had started working to pick up much needed money and to keep herself as busy as possible to numb the hurt she felt.  The simple little bar served only bottled beer and single serve bottles of wine, and provided a fun backdrop for a business that entertained customers with a driving range, mini-golf course, batting cages and occasional live music and food trucks.  Chris and his father formed a fast friendship with Christy, aware of her relationship, but unaware of its looming end.  

Once the end of her failed relationship was apparent and official, Chris’ feelings for Christy became apparent as well.  She would come home with a smile on her face because of new friendships she was making, as well as tears caused by the turmoil of going through the end of a seven year commitment to someone that turned out to not be the right person, despite her best efforts.  She was learning that loving relationships require bi-directional fidelity and hard work to be successful. 

Still reeling from the shock of what had just ended, and in learning that most of her friends and family had shared a belief that the relationship was troubled from the start, she lacked confidence in her ability to discern what and who was best for her.  She filled her sad days with work from several jobs (bartender, dance teacher/choreographer, yoga instructor and eventually work in a dental practice) and a little casual dating to quell the ache in her heart.  Chris would have to wait a bit longer for something more.  She was learning that in order to find a lifelong love, you must be ready for it with an open heart and willingness to be vulnerable.

Over time, and with a lot of evening discussions with her dad and me about men and boys, feelings and falsehoods, Christy began to see that this young man who had entered her life had some amazing qualities.  We could all see his goodness.  To his credit, Chris wasted no time letting Christy know that he felt like she was someone he might very well spend a lifetime with.  At the same time, he was confident and patient as she stepped through the challenges of a scarred heart.  Christy was learning that as long as she did the work on healing herself, God would protect her and lead her in the direction of love.

She used her time at home with us to clean up the naturally occurring devastation that broken relationships can bring.  She dug herself out of debt, got on a tight budget and improved her career to seek a healthy and inspiring balance between necessary monetary earnings and pursuing her passions.  

Being a part of our home was also a way for her to build relationships with those of us that cared about her well-being but who had been on the outskirts of her life for quite some time.  As she was a child of divorce, our shared willingness to really talk about the tough stuff in all aspects of life brought about a healing of family relationships that had been forcibly broken, or in our case, had not yet even had a good chance to form.  

Finally living together in a loving household allowed great relational growth for everyone within its walls.  Christy and her step-siblings (of only three years at the time) began to form a wonderful fondness for each other.  She and I mutually benefited as well, talking and laughing and cooking (and a little drinking, truth be told) for hours.  We talked about (almost) every subject that had caused us pain over the years and we received a gift that was at first, mutual respect, then led to a friendship that ultimately turned into a special adult bonus-mother-daughter love.  

But the treasured outcome of the months that Christy lived with us was a healing of her relationship with her dad.  Her willingness to forgive past pain and his willingness to take her as she was, provided needed healing after ten years of emotional and physical distance.  Christy was learning that you are most prepared for a lifetime with a partner when you have the experience of a family around you that is communicative and supportive of each other and your new love relationship.

Before too long, Chris and Christy were officially “boyfriend and girlfriend” and she came home a bit happier each day, more confident in her emotions and more understanding of what she was learning about herself in the aftermath of a twice-shattered life.  

Christy and Chris – finally and officially a couple!

Our mistakes in life are sometimes just lessons that we need to learn.  The pain we feel is sometimes just God’s blessing in disguise.  Chris and Christy learned from their difficult life experiences and found tremendous blessings with each other at the other end of their pain.  Of this, we are certain.

So it was with humble hearts that we were able to be such an important part of the next big step of their lives several years later.  It was this past May, after we had been travelling full-time in our RV for nearly nine months that we rolled up our RV to visit our loved ones and our hometown states of Pennsylvania and Maryland.  It was here that Chris found a quick moment to ask Andrew if he could have Christy’s hand in marriage!  We had happily anticipated that this was the direction that their relationship was headed, but making it official was both a treasured tradition for the father, and a show of great respect by the future son-in-law – something that we appreciated greatly.  The next day, Chris followed up with us on a phone call, simply to express his love and appreciation for Christy and for us.  He further shared that he would like to propose to her when they visited us in Montana in late August/early September.

A happy “hello” hug in May was much easier for Christy and her dad than the “until we see you again” hugs we faced later in the summer

As we made our way through June, July and August, and through the states of Colorado, Wyoming and Idaho, the excitement grew for Montana, already a state on the top of Andrew’s list of favorite states he had NEVER seen!  We shopped in little cowboy towns and picked up a beautiful engagement card for the happy couple.  We scoured stores for a set of glassware to be etched with their monograms.  We even picked up some Montana “fan swag” to give to them, knowing that if she said “yes”, that Montana would quickly rise to the top of their list of favorite states as well!  

So excited was I for the happy turn that Christy and Chris’ lives were going to take, that I told our little secret to a couple of store clerks along the way.  These total strangers shared in our glee and loved to hear how this young man had chosen such a special destination to pop the most important question of his young life.

About a week and a half before their arrival in Montana, Chris called Andy again. 

“Could you help me find a great hike we can take that ends at a beautiful place?  I would like to propose to Christy there”, Chris said with a casual confidence that belies his young age.

“Absolutely!” Andrew responded with confidence.  We were happy to have some direction, because the anticipation of this big event, with no idea of any details, had been harrowing to a couple of parents wanting only the best for a very loved daughter and future son-in-law.  Now Andrew had a big job to do in picking a location that was proposal-worthy in Glacier National Park. 

Chris went on to say, “I really want to do this right after we arrive.  I am so excited and don’t want to wait.  Can we take the hike on Wednesday”?  Now we had a date as well!  September 1st, 2021 was the day that my bonus daughter was going to experience one of the happiest days in her life.

Now Andrew had some research to do, and we both had some important visitors to plan for.  While the options are endless in a place as beautiful as Glacier National Park, the leading contender quickly became Avalanche Lake, which is about a 4.5 mile hike (9 miles round trip) that began at the Trail of the Cedars and went to the end of Avalanche Trail, with a 730 foot elevation gain.

Upon arrival at the airport, Chris slid the ring to Andrew for safekeeping in a rolled up ball of (clean) socks and we casually “suggested” to our visitors that we take an afternoon hike the next day; and just like that, the plan was fully in motion.  The next day we spent the morning relaxing at the campsite around a campfire and pretending to be relaxed when everyone there but Christy had nerves of anticipation gurgling in their stomachs.  We were all feeling the pressure of pulling off such a special feat.

Even the view from our campground was a beautiful place to relax with loved ones.

The first glitch we hit was parking.  Despite the late afternoon hour, the crowds were still large and parking was hard to find near the trailhead.  Christy, always supportive, said “that’s okay, we can just come back at a better time tomorrow”.  I said a silent prayer to Saint Francesca Xavier Cabrini, (whose remains were buried next to a car park in New York, making her the patron saint of parking spaces!).  Andrew strengthened his resolve and assured us all that we would find a spot NO MATTER WHAT.

Prayers answered, and after an additional .8 mile hike down the Going To The Sun Road to arrive at the trailhead, we embarked excitedly on a magical forested trail.  It began on a boardwalk, in an area that was filled with wetlands, including ferns, moss and trickling waters all around us.  It seemed like a setting right out of a fairytale, where little gnomes might pop out from behind a tree stump at any moment.  There were of course towering red cedars, but we also saw giant hemlocks, cottonwoods and spruce trees.  It was as if we were hiking in the Pacific Northwest, with some trees that have thrived in this protected climate for more than 500 years.  

Trail of the Cedars was immediately a magical forested place.

The afternoon air grew cooler as we ventured farther into this miraculous looking forest, now excited about the magical place around us as much as the anticipated climax at the end of the trail.  We passed some falling waters from Avalanche Creek into a deep gorge full of blue water that pooled and swirled among the massive rocks.  We walked through an area where a 2010 avalanche and a 2011 microburst had twisted massive trees to the ground all around us.  We stopped occasionally simply to gaze into the forest and out upon the mountainous horizon of Logan’s Pass.  We received words of encouragement from fellow hikers returning from our destination, assuring us that the uphill effort was well worth the end that was now nearly in sight.

You could hear the sounds of water throughout much of the hike.

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  • Moss grew on the “rolling stones”…and on some huge rocks that hadn’t moved in a LOT of years.
    Avalanche and microburst damage brought down wide swaths of old forest.

    The storms of the past opened up the forest to some massive distant views.

    In the final yards of the hike, the terrain changed noticeably.  The trees became smaller and farther apart, and more wildflowers and smaller plants were springing out of the ground to absorb the additional sunlight that made its way to the earth.  We all grew quieter, and as we stepped down to the beach of Avalanche Lake, where we were immediately awestruck by its magnificence.  Photos never seem to do Mother Nature justice.  Before us was a massive lake, fully surrounded by vast wilderness, and towered over by mountains that provided an incredible backdrop.  

    Our first look at Avalanche Lake surpassed the beauty of any of the photos we had seen.

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  • The stones on the ground at the lake’s edge were smooth and in many sizes laid out on the soft ground, where perhaps we saw a couple dozen other hikers spread out across the shoreline.  Some sat and ate a picnic.  Another hiker was journaling quietly while sitting on a log.  Still others chatted with fellow hikers, sharing in the experience.  It was quiet, as we all spoke in hushed tones, almost as if we felt that an extra bit of reverence was important in such a special place.

    As we strolled along the edge of the lake, we snapped up photos and pointed out the varying views that surrounded us.  After a bit, Christy decided that she would remove her hiking boots and socks and roll up her pant legs so that she might immerse her feet into the chilled waters that are fueled all summer by melting snow and glaciers.  Off she went, smiling and playfully posing in various warrior yoga poses in the shallow water.  I heard a person behind us that was likely a yogi himself, giving her a shout of support and camaraderie causing her to smile again.

    Andrew and I took more photos as she immersed herself in the glory and beauty around us all.  Watching his girlfriend, Chris then said casually, “Christy, turn around and face the water in that pose.  It will make a really cool photo”.  She was happy to oblige his suggestion and as she turned her back to us all, Chris walked to the water’s edge and got down on one knee.

    Andrew continued snapping photos at a feverish pitch.  I tried (and failed) to operate my phone to take video of what was unfolding but found that my nerves overcame me.  I heard a couple of people in the background notice what Chris had just done and they audibly commented “oh look” and “look at him”.  Christy continued to hold her yoga pose, oblivious to what was happening behind her and thrilled in the moment that we had made it to this place.

    In what seemed like minutes, but was perhaps only 10-15 seconds, Christy turned around toward all of us.  In that moment, all she saw was her boyfriend, kneeling, and with arms extended holding a little box.  It seemed she might fall over, as her hands covered her mouth and she bent forward in shock and surprise.

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    No one was close enough to hear the quiet words that were spoken, but we were told that any speech that Chris had practiced in his head immediately disappeared in that moment.  Instead he spoke only the words that needed to be spoken, and seconds later, Christy, already sobbing and visibly shaking, nodded her head in response to Chris’ question.

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  • A few applause broke out among our fellow hikers spread out along the beach with us, a few cheered, and I found myself reporting on what just happened by yelling, “She said YES”!  Christy and Chris came together in a long embrace, sealed with a kiss, and consummated with an absolutely beautiful diamond ring being placed on her finger.

    Eventually, the newly engaged couple made their way toward us to settle in by a some logs on the beach, where we broke out a small bottle of champagne and four disposable “glitter cups” to make a toast.  We snacked on trail bars and were entertained by some very friendly chipmunks who came out to wish the happy couple well (and perhaps to see what crumbs we might drop).  Several other hikers congratulated them and the proud parents that had just been given the gift of witnessing such a special moment.

    After lingering on the beach for a while longer, we were reminded that our hike was only halfway complete, and we began the trip back before it got too late.  Andy and I hung back a bit, relieved that it all worked out so well and watched Chris and Christy ahead of us, chatting excitedly and holding hands as they meandered the trail back into the darkening forest.

    As if the magic of the day wasn’t enough already, it seemed that the fairytale theme continued as all the forest animals came out to bless the newly engaged.  We saw a woodpecker working diligently on a tall cedar and more chipmunks and a little ground mouse scurrying on the forest floor.  We also saw a momma deer and her two fawns snacking on the nearby leaves, only feet from us.  They allowed us to watch them for a while, living simply and peacefully in this eastern edge of the Pacific Northwest rainforest. 

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  • It took a couple hours to make our way back to our vehicle, and it was another six mile drive before we turned toward the exit of Glacier National Park and toward West Glacier Village, where our phones finally found cell service which allowed Chris and Christy to begin calling all the relatives back east to share the big news (Chris had given all parents and step-parents secret advance notice of the planned day, so they all were waiting excitedly to get the official notification).

    The extra .8 miles along the Going To The Sun Road (twice) was well worth the effort to experience such a special day.

    The rest of the days that Chris and Christy visited us were terrific.  We saw many beautiful places and drove to interesting new locations both inside and outside the national park.  We shopped in West Glacier Village and shared some good meals together.  As the visit came to an end, Andrew and I quietly counted the days when we expected to see any of our children again (after all, with Chris now becoming part of our family, we will be adding one more to our brood of six young adult children).

    “We will see you in mid-October.  We will be back east to visit then,” Andy told his daughter, who was already getting teary-eyed at the airport with the anticipated goodbye.  They exchanged a VERY long hug, which is a trademark Schmidt sign of affection, cried some more, and then the officially betrothed couple went quickly through security and out of sight for their long travel day home to Pennsylvania.

    Andy was immediately quiet and melancholy on the way out of the airport and during the 30 minute ride back to our campground.  When we got home, I gave him a hug and asked him how he was feeling after having such an experience with his daughter and her fiance’.

    He was visibly choked up, and in his typical emotive style said “it was such a great visit…and I am so sad because [it reminded me how] I missed out on so much of their childhoods.”  In the end, sharing in the experience of Christy and Chris’ engagement was a blessing to both Andrew and me and a truly healing moment for him.  

    Losing out on much of the parenting of his children and living a large part of their childhoods without their dad became a significant loss that changed all of them deeply.  Incredibly special moments like a hike to one of the most beautiful places on earth, where young love makes its official start, went a long way to healing hearts and brought us together as a family.  As we have all come through our individual suffering in life, we can clearly see God’s blessings, and perhaps a purpose for the pain.  We count the love found between Christine and Chris to be among the greatest gifts He has given our family and for that we give thanks.

    The future Mr. and Mrs. Chris and Christine Magee

    Blessings

    by Laura Story

    Montana is for SURE the last best place!

    Visiting “The Last Best Place” Does Not Disappoint!

    Montana, known as the “last best place” has not disappointed, but especially not here in the Jefferson River Canyon, likely still looking much like it did when Lewis and Clark explored the area oh so long ago.

    For his entire adult life, my husband Andrew has kept one bucket list location in his heart.  Montana.  Known to him only by reputation, the state of Montana was his representation of peace, tranquility and escape from what troubled him.  He always imagined himself, his dog Jake, a log cabin, a big stack of firewood and a long snowy winter with mountain views and purposeful isolation.

    When we began “re-dating” in 2014, he shared his “big sky country” dreams with me.  His dream evolved into our joint goal.  As our dating life moved on to married life, and as our travel plans evolved into a traveling lifestyle, Montana became number one on our destination list.

    Montana, here we come!

    So it was on July 21st, 2021 that we crossed the border from Wyoming into Montana in our big Ford dually, towing our Grand Design RV home on wheels!  Quite literally, we got goosebumps and cheered while driving down the highway past the “Welcome to Montana” sign.  Andy instantly called his mom to share the excitement, since she knew all too well how much arriving in this location meant to his soul.

    Cheers and high fives…we made it!

    With the caveat of a two week campground stay just over the border in Idaho (to visit Yellowstone National Park in Montana and Wyoming), we will be exploring Montana for 56 days before leaving on about September 15th on our way to South Dakota!  Even in our Idaho campsite, we look out across our Northern “backyard” of public land and see vast mountains that are located in Montana.

    Now nearly halfway through our Montana adventure, we are here to report that the state has not disappointed in the least!

    As bucket list items go, one could argue that Andrew didn’t exactly get what he imagined for his Montana experience.  Andrew didn’t make Montana a solitary experience as he has always dreamed it would be.  He didn’t stay in a cabin with mountain views.  There was no snow at our feet this summer in the “Treasure State”, and with warm summer temperatures, an endless fire in the fireplace with a big stack of wood didn’t happen either.  And sadly, loyal and wonderful Jake did not live long enough to make the trip west by Andrew’s side.

    But he would probably share that the real life version of his bucket list to “the last best place” has filled his soul in a bigger, deeper way than a check-mark on a list.  Our “cabin in the woods” was our RV, set up next to wide open spaces on and near state and public lands.  Our fireplace and stack of firewood was instead a rare evening campfire on a cool night, and the snow was only occasionally glimpsed on a far away mountain top.  And while Jake was with us in spirit and thought, we had three other furry friends by our side the entire way; Bug, Calvin and Stencil have loved Montana as well! 

    It isn’t a mountainside cabin in the Montana forest, but our little cabin on wheels has ever changing and beautiful scenery.

    The most important part for both of us, however, is that we did it together.  Because all these years of imagining his solitary journey to Montana was really a beautiful way to escape what was unhappy in his life.  His Montana dream was a way to safely frame for himself and others that he wanted peace and love in his life.  As is always the case, God listened and led.  Andrew listened and followed.  He no longer wants to be alone with his dog and escape to a snowy wilderness.  He (and I) wanted a loving partner with whom he could share the rest of his life. Whether that life led him to Montana or around the world mattered little anymore, because his life became the journey rather than the destination.

    God led us. We are now companions on the journey.
    This song has been a fav of mine for a really long time, but as we gaze out over something spectacular on this leg of the trip, or sit with new or old traveling friends by the campfire, or when I simply take a quiet walk in the cool morning air, I am reminded of this song and the beauty of all of our journeys in life.

    WHAT WE SAW AND WHERE WE SAW IT

    Stop 1 – Billings, MT – We stayed at the first-ever KOA campground, and it was quite nice (I am not usually a fan of KOAs, but this one was one that we enjoyed).  It sits right alongside the Yellowstone River, which is beautiful with its white shores and perfectly smooth and rounded stones of all sizes in the river bed.  

    Oddly, this is also the place where a camping neighbor and I witnessed a trailer being hauled through the campground a bit too fast…and with their awning still completely extended!  Luckily, they noticed their lapse in “careful campsite take-down” and stopped up the road before they got on the highway (mental note to myself to be extra careful on travel days, ‘cause we don’t wanna be THAT guy!).

    We adventured into downtown Billings and found a great locally owned non-profit fair trade store called Global Village where we bought some fabulous gifts for family members.  We bought some books and goodies at non-profit This House Of Books, a unique co-op style bookstore aiming to keep small-town bookstores alive!  

    We also found our way to Billings’ downtown farmer’s market where we were sure to get some Flathead cherries, a Montana summer tradition.  We came home with an armful of corn on the cob, chokecherry jelly, cheese balls, perfectly ripe peaches and handmade tortillas, all local products that make Farmer’s Market shopping a favorite pastime of ours.

    The next visit in our travels is perhaps Andrew’s favorite so far.  As the weeks of 100 plus degrees continued, we were able to use our America the Beautiful National Parks Pass for the first time with a visit to Little Bighorn Battlefield National Monument.  The telling of our experience will be a story for a future post, as it is an important and special place that deserves more time and attention than I can provide here.  To be sure, any trip to the state should include a visit to this historic site.

    Fun music at the Farmer’s Music!

    Stop 2 – Livingston, MT – Osen’s RV Park was conveniently located just a few minutes drive from Livingston.  It is neat, quiet and has one of the nicest, cleanest and lushest dog parks we have seen out west so far (security cameras on the fence overlooking dog owners might be the key to getting certain folks to clean up after their dogs).  The new campground owners were hospitable and we enjoyed the quiet and simplicity of the park and the small grassy plots at each site.

    Livingston was a great little walkable town despite the continuing heat wave and limited vistas due to smoke from distant wildfires.  We found fun little shops and restaurants and as has been the theme this summer, many friendly folks. 

    In a quirky coincidence, we happened to shop in and visit with the very nice owner of Dan Bailey’s Outdoor Company while visiting Livingston.  We learned about his love of cycling and fly fishing. We met his dog (we have met several great dogs in local fly fishing stores) and shared a little of our travels with him as well.  The very next day, that store owner was in the news with a follow-up story to an incident that occurred between Fox’s Tucker Carlson and a man named Dan Bailey in the same store in Livingston just days before our arrival!  The incident was recorded and the posted video went viral.  Given that this verbal altercation was initiated by a man with no connection to the store bearing his name, the store’s owner felt it important to clear up any confusion that followed and distance themselves from the incident.  So up popped this story shortly after we visited, with the friendly owner speaking of the incident that had brought them national attention for unwanted reasons.  Small world….or is it big brother Google that noticed that my phone had been at that store?

    Our best meal was at the joint venture of Gil’s Goods (the food) and The Murray Bar (where we ate the food).  Filled on a busy weeknight with authentic cowboy hat-laden locals, outdoorsmen and visitors, we sat at a high-top table and enjoyed a delicious meal.  My Greek salad an Falafel (yes, in MT) was among the best I have had for quite a while, Andy’s brick-oven pizza was a good treat and our drinks of choice were extremely affordable.  Andrew’s go-to of Crown Royal on the rocks was a generous double pour and my jalapeno margarita was very well crafted, with jalapeno flavor infused into the tequila onsite.  

    We then wandered across the street to Uncorked, a wine bar and store set in an old train depot that was relegated to the outdoors due to Covid.  It turned out to be a great evening on a covered patio, sitting by the train tracks and bustling with a few other busy tables.  We shared a bottle of wine, enjoyed talking with a table of local senior citizens out for an evening of wine and charcuterie plates, and watched the rhythmic coming and going of the trains.

    We spent our 6th wedding anniversary (August 1st for those kiddos that missed it) taking a beautiful Sunday drive with the dogs through nearby Paradise Valley and the Custer Gallatin National Forest.  With scenery that wanders along the Yellowstone River, this valley is a place that we could find ourselves building that cabin of our dreams (if not for the price tag of land in this state!).  

    We took an impromptu detour into the forest and found ourselves on a tiny dirt road, passing bible camps, beautiful ranches, private getaway cabins and backcountry camping in tents and trailers of varying sizes.  As we rounded a turn in the low mountain terrain, we came upon what we later found to be the location of a devastating wildfire in 2013.  It was incredible to see how the fire jumped over valleys and took turns on certain mountainsides, only to decimate what ultimately was hundreds of acres.  

    Now more than eight years later, the green underbrush and wildflowers are growing among the blackened sticks of the mature trees that once stood over them.  It will take quite some time for full restoration to occur, but it was both a sad and beautiful way to see Mother Nature work her magic.  What began as a lightning strike, raged into a wildfire that cleared an area of forest that will eventually fully rejuvenate as part of a natural and needed process.  At a time when we struggle as a world where wildfires are too frequent and too large due to the manmade harm from global warming, it was a moment of balance to be reminded that great good can still come from great devastation.

    Bug and Calvin loved the large plush dog park at Osen’s RV Park
    Wine bar with a train serenade

    Stop #3 – Whitehall, MT – Whitehall, Montana is about 50 minutes from Bozeman, but we ended up with less time to explore than we had anticipated because shortly before arriving, we discovered a cracked rim on a truck tire which needed replacement sooner than later.  We pre-ordered the rim to be shipped to Bozeman ahead of our arrival and then lucked out on getting it replaced when we arrived because someone else with an appointment was a “no-show”, opening up a fortuitous slot for us as we stood before the employee explaining our plight (we drove nearly an hour to get here, we are only going to be in the area for a week, and this is our only vehicle – “so can you help us?”).

    Back in Whitehall, we were excited to see the absolutely stunning and open layout of the Lewis and Clark Caverns State Park.  We were conversely disappointed to see that we had NO cell service throughout most of the campground.  This situation made the perfect opportunity to install and test out our WeBoost cell signal booster.  Once installed, we were happy to at least get one or two bars for the rest of our weeklong stay (we had read that a booster can improve low service, but cannot provide service where none exists, so even the slight improvement helped us conduct required vacation rental business during our stay).

    The highlight of our stay was a two-hour Classic Tour of the Lewis and Clark Caverns.  It was about a ¾ mile hike to the entrance of the cave, complete with dramatic vistas of the valley and Jefferson River Canyon (a tributary of the Missouri River).

    The tour itself had an interesting start where we had to remain silent and wear masks to protect the bats that lived just inside the entrance, so as to keep them calm, safe and healthy.  Once we walked deeper into the cavern, we crouched, shimmied and even slid on our bottoms at times through the many-leveled caverns.  With a quick refresher course in minerals, geology, stalagmites (from the floor) and stalactites (from the ceiling), we looked on in wonder at the physical beauty and the great history.

    Explorers Meriwether Lewis and William Clark never actually discovered the caverns, but they camped below on the Jefferson River and explored the surrounding area, so they were credited for their work by naming the park and the caverns after them.

    One nice feature about this tour as compared to the ghost cave tour we took in Colorado in June, is that it was well lit and had many railings installed along the way.  Stairs were carved into the limestone which helped me maneuver more comfortably in the shadows and uneven flooring.  Also, the tour began at one end of the cave and ended many feet lower on the mountainside, where a long tunnel had been blown through the stone for easier egress.

    While in the area, the heat wave finally broke free when several days of periodic storms brought cooler temperature and some much needed rain.  Much of the wildfire smoke that we had been seeing since arrival in Colorado in June was finally clearing out on some days, and we were much more comfortable and able to enjoy the outdoors even more.

    The next stop upon which we will report is actually a two-week period of time when we will LEAVE Montana for camping, so that we can have cloe access to the West entrance of Yellowstone National Park!  But there is much more Montana ahead for us this summer, so stay tuned!

    Safe travels, and may your bucket list journey be filled with joy and discovery!

    You’ll be with us always, Jake, in our hearts and memories!