Today we had a chance to visit with Pam’s grandmother, who lives with Pam’s aunt and uncle. There was lots of catching up to do. Pam’s cousin also had lots of stories to tell as well. She has the family history bug, and has clearly spent thousands of hours collecting stories and pictures of hundreds of relatives. She’s put together family history albums that are fascinating.
We had so much fun there that, once again, we were late leaving. But we know how to stay flexible. Semper Gumby!
Pam has a friend from high school that lives in Missoula, so we stopped there and ate taco salad at her house. Pam had a good visit and her friend’s daughter hit it off immediately with Delia. They jumped on the trampoline and gossiped like little girls. Wait. Nevermind.
From Missoula, we jumped back on I-90 and crossed Clark Fork yet again. We had seen signs announcing it at bridges seven times prior to Missoula. It was 11:30 when we crossed over the continental divide, just past Butte, but it was still almost another hour before we got to our beds in Bozeman. Which would, I suppose, make it day three…
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