Love, love , love Montana. After seeing the beauty of this state, we could live here (except for their pesky freezing cold winters). The drive from the caverns to Missoula was spectacular to say the least. The mountains were endless and majestic. We stopped at a rest stop and there was a billboard for a less traveled road through Anaconda and Phillipsville so we took it and as Robert Frost said - that made all the difference. The two little western towns were quaint, rustic and historic, but the landscapes of the Anaconda Pinter Wilderness and Deerlodge National Forest were breathtaking. A deer strolled across our path on Main Street in Anaconda. We were so surprised we didn’t even get a picture. We may come back this way and stay at one of the many tucked away campgrounds. This land is filled with mountains, rangelands, lakes and rivers of all shapes and sizes but all awe-inspiring. Spending the night at a Harvest Host, the Great Burn Brewery, in Missoula which was named for the devastating forest fire that destroyed 3 million acres including 2 towns here in 1910. The landscape was changed forever. The owners’ brother, who passed at a young age, was a fire fighter so the brewery took this name to honor and remember him. Weather is perfect at 71° with a cool night of 40° to sleep in a parking lot. On to Coeur d’ Alene, Idaho tomorrow.
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