Although never far from the Rocky Mountains, we left much of the alpine environment behind for the moment (we will return to it today in Glacier NP, MT).
The roads are of some interest. Generally extremely good to travel on - and due to the summer they are being used by many people such as ourselves. Joining us are the many travellers in RVs (mobile homes for those of us who speak Australian English!) but also many motorbikes. Mainly very large Harley Davidsons, they are ridden by both men and women who all seem to wear black helmets and of course black leathers. I am told that during colder weather their gear also includes body heaters which plug into the bike. Even Bill doesn't think he would be bothered! They carry such a lot of gear on these massive bikes. Oh, how I wish for my pink helmet with butterflies on it! I am sure they would look at it with horror!
We did not note many trucks along Highway 1, which crosses Canada. This may be due to the railway, which seems to have many extremely long goods trains using it. Just ask us - our otherwise perfect night at Castle Mtn was only marred by the regular 3 - 4 toots all night long. We realised this was due to a railway crossing in the forest just behind our cabin and a requirement is that they toot when approaching these crossings - all night long!
Highways 95/93 have more trucks on them (but nothing like Aust!). Yesterday afternoon we pulled up alongside a river to eat our fruit and veg products and have a rest before crossing back into USA. Our peace was disturbed by a truck, which despite a general rule in Canada that you cannot idle your motor - left its motor running while the driver presumably had a sleep in his much quieter cabin. Grrrrr... We moved on to a far more appropriate lake (they call it a beach.....), where the only disruption to our nap appeared to be the ground squirrels who wanted to eat Laura's biscuits.
Our crossing in USA was eventless, with a very pleasant border crossing guard (which could be classified as an event in itself!) Now, in Montana we find we are in real cattle country - it feels like we have entered 'the west'! People have been so nice and so friendly!
A farmers market in Whitefish, where we stayed last night ran from 5pm until about 8pm and was a massive hub for families and various people enjoying a warm, summer night. What a great idea! Local entertainers and all sorts of little stalls, though we noted once again no real horticultural pursuits, so no cherries or blueberries around here.
As shops stay open late every night (and I think many supermarkets are open all night even in the smaller towns), we then wandered down the main street, where once again a couple of bluegrass bands entertained 'folks'. Laura was hugely entertained by a book she bought ('Who Pooped in the Park?") and her laughter at it entertained the locals! Although a comparatively recent area for settlement by Europeans, the store fronts have been designed to maintain the 'old west' image.
The Duck Inn, where we stayed is a warm and welcoming, small hotel (15 rooms), where the owner has just brought me a freshly baked choc-chip muffin which I must go and wash down with some of the Moroccan Tea she also has on tap....!