End of the Road

We checked into Grouse Mountain Lodge at about 3:00 p.m. and rested a little before going to Mass at St. Charles Borromeo. The priest stood at the door 20 minutes before five, greeting parishioners and visitors. It seemd as though we were recognized, and this is only our second visit to this lovely church. We felt at home, as we have everywhere we've visited in the last week.

Edge of the Golf Course

We had dinner at the hotel. While not particularly remarkable (steak, baked potato, broccoli, delicious bread with garlic butter), the ambience was perfect. We sat on the patio a few feet from the golf course and watched the early evening golfers finish their round. The wine was good. Conversation was even better.

Sorry to leave the west, but happy to be going home.

Whitefish City Beach

I was tempted to change into my suit and swim at the city beach, a very peaceful area on Whitefish Lake. It seemed very serene to both of us, despite the constant activity: kids fishing, kayakers, children playing in the water. The mountains are ever changing and seductive; I couldn't help but think of how they would look in winter -- "their" season.

The day was hot but not sweltering. We enjoyed a quiet hour watching people at play on a leisurely Saturday afternoon.

Whitefish City Beach

Junket to Bigfork

Flathead Lake

We enjoyed a great swim and first rate hot buffet breakfast at the Red Lion and then headed south on Hwy 93 to Bigfork. Traffic was little backed up because of the Dragonboat Festival. We soon realized that it would be crazy to drive around the Flathead Lake, because little water is visible form the road. We took an unpromising single lane road to a boat ramp close to town and were pleasantlysurprised by a good dock and several boaters lauching their boats. Bob restrained himself and didn't offer (much) advice.