Hello! It’s me.
That’s me – soaking wet after a real deluge here at Glacier National Park.
See, the theme of the day was “WATER”.
Water, as in our water pump failed. Some guy named Mike will make a trek to the KOA tomorrow morning to figure out what went wrong. It’s not the sediment filter, although to be fair, that thing was plenty clogged.
The day began with comfy temps and the Montana border within sight.
Yup – Mom’s feet were up so that my feet could be down below.
We put down the miles too, one at a time, until we arrived in the Mountain Time Zone. Then it seemed like an hour flew by without any progress whatsoever.
As we arrived at the KOA, the sky turned a color we don’t see in the Pacific Northwest all that often.
That’s what ultimately drenched my furry little mass of kindness.
Dad gave me a portion of his dinner tonight – Bison Meatloaf. The expansive flavor of Bison put me in turbo-charge mode … I explored our campground like a Bison might explore Glacier National Park.
But here’s the interesting thing … some dude was playing Native American music on a flute. Now, let me cue you in on a little secret about me. I like odd sounds. Like whistles. Not referee whistles, mind you, but Andy Griffith theme song whistles. And I like the sound of a flute playing songs that might have resonated across the plains one-hundred-and-fifty years ago.
I stood in awe.
But just as quickly, the music stopped, and I moved on … time to get some shut-eye before Mike the random RV repair guy comes to take a look at our water pump tomorrow morning.