July 15, 2010, continued. Milestones.
Around Flathead Lake, there are plenty of cool spots, scenery-wise.
As we were riding along, I still had a stupid grin on my face from our chance encounter with John and Marguerite. What awesome people to meet.
The scenery through here ain't bad, either.
On our way back to Kalispell, we stopped in the Harley dealer and checked some stuff out. I remembered another bike recently with a bag on their Tour Pack that I liked. The guys in Kalispell had one, so I decided what the hell, so I bought one. It's a one-size-fits-none type, so it came with various types of cords and straps to attach it. Attempt #1 (and maybe #2 and #3) at getting the damn thing on there.
And we found our way to our hotel for the evening, chilled for a bit, and hopped back on the bike to go to dinner.
Sooze wanted to take me to a cool place for dinner. She'd found a place called the Boat Club at the Lodge at Whitefish Lake. Better be good with a long-ass name like that!
We found a spot to park the bike, wandered in and found the restaurant, and were seated. While our table wasn't RIGHT on the water, we were close enough to see out onto the water.
And, this REALLY cool wood canoe was on display. I love stuff like this.
FOOD PORN!!!
Mmm... Appetizers....
The lighting wasn't real great for pictures, but here we are.
MORE FOOD PORN!!!!
Sooze had a bison burger.
AND YET MORE FOOD PORN!!!!!
I had the orange roughy. Mmm...
All in all, it was a nice meal in a nice, resorty-restaurant. When I say resorty, I mean to say that there were all types here: moderately confused seasoned citizens; families vacationing together where none of the parents were paying one bit of attention as their kids ran amok; groups of fourty-somethings from someplace where asking intelligent-sounding questions makes them think they're intelligent / enlightened / educated, even though they're only making themselves look like complete dumbasses (the wait staff ain't stupid, but they're tolerant – much more than I woulda been: TAKE OFF YOUR DAMN SUNGLASSES INSIDE, DUMBASS!!); the old dude strutting around with his trophy wife...
You get the idea.
Resorty.
But it was still a damn nice meal to have in Montana on my 40th birthday. My wife rules.
After dinner, we strolled down towards the water to check things out.
The sun wasn't really helping to contribute to good pictures, but oh, well. Deal with it or get off your ass and go check it out yourself.
There is also some cool stuff on display inside. I with this picture would have come out better – I can't imagine racing this little wood-made boat.
If you're familiar with a game called, “WORMS!,” then you know that mooses moo. When launched from a trebuchet.
Kinda looks like he's saying, “MOO!” to me.
Um, ah, yeah. Forgot about this one.
We got back on the bike for the 15 or so mile ride back to the hotel, and these jokers were right there with us.
We don't see murals like this in the mid-west.
And that, friends, wraps up July 15, 2010.
Milestones.
My 40th birthday.
No worries, now – there are only 16 more days of this ride left to report on. As of now, I'm about 2 weeks behind, so, so much for keeping this current. We should be home in a couple of days, and are looking at a high-mile day tomorrow, so keep an eye out: once we're home, I look forward to sitting down on my couch in my home, and pounding out a ton of updates, so please stay tuned.
Ride safe,
BG