Re-packing up the car became a familiar ritual after every stop. A ritual that I typically left to Rob. It was usually in a dirty parking garage or an ugly Motel 6 parking lot, but packing up after our stay at Buck's T-4 never looked so peaceful.
We took a nice countryside drive back to I-90. We hadn't been on the main drag since South Dakota!
But as soon as we got back onto it, we saw smoke in the distance. As we got closer we saw it was a pretty big forest fire.
I guess forest fires in Montana aren't uncommon, but it was a pretty crazy sight to us.
Anyway, they seemed like they had it under control, so onto Idaho!
Where ironically, we immediately saw this sign.
We spent the night camping at Coeur d'Alene, a mile or so away from this gorgeous lake. I can't wait to go back here for a legit day trip with beach time and swimming. John K, get ready! :)
The camp site was one of the weirder ones we've stopped at, and the personnel was a new level of slow. Let's just say I got some free firewood out of the deal and called it a win.
The next morning we were only an hour and a half away from home!
"Home" wasn't totally what we were expecting. With the hour-long landlady conference calls about maintenance and cleanliness and rules of the like we've never head of in Brooklyn, I guess we were expecting a little more.
But, we're making the most of it.
We've grown a garden in that grassy area on the left. We made friends with the downstairs neighbors -- they're awesome. There's a brewery a half mile down the street. Every night or so we walk to a nice park up the hill and visit the llamas and sheep. And there's a big schoolyard next door where Caly loves to run around. She pumps with her head instead of her arms.
The transition has been a little rough at times, but I'd say overall, we're doing ok.
We also have a washer/dryer, so I have enough clean clothes that match now. Don't worry about me.
More on what we're doing, drinking and baking to come! And maybe even a new Martha Stewart style recipe or another crafty idea or two. Forced ruralism will do that do a Brooklyn gal.