Libby and Montana

Tuesday

This morning we moved on Eastward and about 5 miles down the road we lost an hour of time as we passed into Montana and the Mountain Time Zone, Land of the Horse Whisperer,  bigger mountains, faster rivers, bigger lakes and lots of trees. We turned north from route 200 onto the Bull Creek road (Route 56) and drove through some awesome countryside. The 56 feeds us back into Route 2, which is now following the course of the Kootenai River, never heard of it? Neither had we until now, but it is bigger/faster/wider than any river in UK, with a number of dams which make a whole string of lakes along it.

The first town we came to on Route 2  in Montana was Libby. Libby was the Montana equivelant of Erin Brockovitch, but without Julia Roberts. The town had a massive legal fight with a mining company over their exploitation of the towns people in mining asbestos in the 70’s. Not just those working there but the whole town was affected by asbestos. It took more than 20 years to settle the case, in the meantime the company was forced to remove and replace all the contaminated topsoil in the town. We stopped there for a coffee and chatted to one of the locals, a dear sweet lady of about 70 who wanted to have a revolution and shoot every politician, in particular Obama , and sweep Sarah Palin to power at the next election.

We have now arrived at Logan State Park, another pretty ca­mpground, set in a forest, next to another beautiful lake.

So since Sunday we have really been motoring, three campgrounds in three days and towed our trailer more than three hundred miles.