July 11

Today is Wednesday July 11

…And we’ll make it to Sisters today.  The drive from Missoula to where we are now (and I have no idea where that is) was long, hot, curvy, uphilly, downhilly, scenic, hot.  There are no camping spots along this road after you get out of the National Forest in Idaho, so we had to improvise and pull over in a big turn around.  The rivers looked so tempting, but they were either fenced off or so deep and swift (the Malheur) that it wasn’t practical to stop. 

This spot turned out to be perfect. By the time we stopped, the sun had gone down, the head had subsided from 100+, and it was wonderful. 

It was SO hot, that I moved the junk out of the cab of the truck, and put the dogs in there so they could have air conditioning.  No matter how open the windows on the canopy are, 100 is just too hot.

We had a great visit with Charlie, Tyler, Willow, and Landon.  All the dogs liked each other, and their fenced back yard was such a blessing. Beth and Willow and I did a little shopping, but the yarn shop was closed—dang.

Missoula is surrounded by hills and built along a river.  If it had not been so warm, it would have been the perfect strolling town, especially the college district.

Spicy juniper

perfumes the cooling air

evening here is bliss

Wearing polar fleece

standing near a blazing

fire would be cooler.