Great visits. Oof! We're full!
On Tuesday, July 4, Spencer and Dad wake up to find that they are still not in the USA. You can imagine their various feelings.
They go back here, and through, one more time.
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| Our actual picture/the actual sky |
We went shopping for Claire's upcoming momentous b-day. We discovered, to our surprise, that pretty well all of the 150th paraphernalia was long gone. So we bought her some chips and gravy, and a Tim-bit. Alas, they didn't make it all the way back down to her.
Aunt Sharon was up for a business meeting. She dropped by. We went back to Scott's, where Rebecca and Luke were joined by the great Bonnie. Chatting, lounging, leaving ...
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| Missing those billowing skies and that brisk air already |
... packing, lounging, thanking, driving off. Wednesday, July 5 saw us heading south again. First to Sharon's house, where we were hospitably met by all of Andrew, Megan, Emma and Naomi, there in Okotoks, Alta.
They have an adirondack chair pitched permanently at about a 1000ยบ angle. Dad ended up in it, which caused him to have to execute an 90 minute sit-up.
In other news, Sam the dog kept attacking Spencer's inoffending, though perhaps overly large, feet.
We spent the night, after which, on Thursday, July 6, we started making our way back.
Highway 22! And bright/early in the morning.
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| Screenshot, Travel Alberta |
These next photos are, shall we say, liberated. Not ours, but how it really looks, or we really saw it!
Whoo! From this sublimity we slip into beautiful Waterton National Park, where Claire once did that one heroic thing. Here's a jumble of images, of the jaw-dropping hotel, the big lake itself, our half hike around Cameron Lake, plus various big vistas and little plenitudes.
This last picture is practically our last glimpse of Alberta! Right after this, Mr. Trump's officials let Dad back in, notwithstanding his unsavoury political past. See everyone? Things aren't so bad ...
Know what? Montana's 89 is as superb, in its own way as Alberta's 22.
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| (Haven't quite mastered the taking of these camera-photos ...) |
Lodging, Helena. Saving money at the Motel 6. The internet weighs in:
Here's the internet, and us, with some visual evidence.
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| No one murdered here, to our knowledge |
Note, however, that this economy provides for a nice fancy dinner, which then leaves us with an inclination to visit marble'd halls.
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| The Mediterranean Grill |
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| Spencer has mastered the taking of these camera-photos |
Let's wrap this up, shall we? Friday, July 8 finds us on the last leg, and maybe our last legs. We start by going through Whitehall instead of Butte. The 55/41 joins 22/89 in beauty, and peaceful pleasure rendered. What a treat!
Breakfast in Dillon, a last temple stop ...
We're happy to be getting, excited to get home. (Even though it's starting to looking pretty congested, and feeling pretty muggy!)
The answer? Maybe this.
We'd say so, anyway. Thanks, Spencer, and family, and world!
