Day 29 – Dillon , MT
In every way, a normal travel day; Don up before the sun, me asking for breakfast about an hour later, and Geri up at the crack of eight, or a bit later. Don shaving and getting ready for our walk earlier than usual, me anxious to get out the door and get going, and Geri fixing her cereal. It always works out the same, we always get on the road sometime around eleven, maybe a few minutes before. So it was this morning, and we headed south on I-90, which is supposed to go east. The weather was very nice, mostly clear skies with a few high clouds, temperature in the high 60’s. I looked at the beautiful scenery we were passing through for a while, then decided to take a nap. I didn’t wake up until we had a fueling stop just outside of Butte . When we got going, I sat next to Don for a while, he likes to pet me sometimes while he’s driving. We were on I-15 now, really heading south, and the scenery was less mountainous, with lots of farmlands on each side of the highway. It put me into napping mode.
We pulled into Dillon a little before three, and found our RV Park very easily, with a little help from Garmie. This turned out to be a lovely Park, with lots of beautiful grass, a stream running through the middle of it, and nice wide sites. There are lots of trees, but not so many as to cause Don problems in snagging the satellite. We got set up for living, and then piled into the truck to reconnoiter the town. Don said that he had read that Forbes Magazine had listed Dillon in its “10 prettiest small towns in America ” article this year, and we could see why. You can tell that it has a fairly long history by the buildings in the downtown area, but they are all well maintained and attractive. The residential portion of downtown is full of Victorian beauties, mostly well preserved and very nice. There is a University here, with a very attractive campus, including some magnificent buildings. Gotta say, we are impressed with Dillon.
We wandered out to the outskirts of town, and found a little park next to the Beaverhead River . We stopped and visited the park, and I found a lot of places with intriguing odors to investigate. Don asked me if I wanted to go swimming in the river, which was coursing by us at a high rate of flow; I think he knew the answer before he asked. He also said that it was a bit strange to him that we were standing next to a small river in western Montana , watching water that was going to wind up in the Mississippi River and the Gulf of Mexico . I think that he would have preferred sending it all down to California .
A lovely park to relax in
Geri trying to get me to run
No, thanks, I don't feel like swimming!
We meandered back to the coach, where I received dinner, and they left me to my own devices to have their dinner in a local restaurant. They came back from their meal carrying a large take-out carton containing the remnants of their food, which they told me included BBQ ribs and beef brisket, catfish and shrimp. They were happy with their choice. We watched a little TV, worked on the Blog, and headed for bed. Tomorrow is touring day, and I will provide a full report. G’night!
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