Running from the smoke
The joke in surfing has always been, “you should’ve been here yesterday .”
Well, they are saying the same thing with these campsites. “ Yesterday was beautiful the smoke got here today.” The smoke was so thick we drove another 200 miles east and stopped at a town called Hotsprings Montana.
it looked romantically quaint on the internet, so, with visions of pine surrounded pools of hotness we ventured forth.
You know it is a bad sign when the high school’s mascot is the SAVAGE.
Depressed, both us and the economy. the hot springs incorporated a old plexyglass hot tub and the RV park that had a bunch of guys and kids drinking to drunkenness at 2:00 pm.
We took it. Needless to say, we did not indulge in the hot tub. A gem we did find was a guitar player who looked a great deal like Willie Nelson who was coincidentally playing willie songs.
but it was all good