The rain continued into the morning as it pitter pattered on the roof of our motorhome. Kasey mentioned that there was even some thunder, but I didn’t hear it. I had let the rhythm of the rain lull me to sleep. I woke only a few times during the night making for a restful slumber.
The rain tapered off just in time for daylight. Like clockwork, Tad reminded me of his need to go for a walk. It was cool out but not cold. In the house, Julie had plugged in the coffee maker to my delight. She was quietly absorbing the morning news in the den away from the living room where Jean would have been awakened. I joined her with my coffee and we talked about many things. We were proud to have trapped the mouse that was terrorizing the the place and were celebrating our victory having saved the day.
Jean woke and was up so we joined her in the living room. Julie wás insistent that she relax while she made breakfast.
The lake was cleared of the low clouds except for a few along the far shore. It was gorgeous. Diana joined us we stared out at the lake’s changing view.
Julie started in on breakfast. Considered a ”light” breakfast, she made sausage, and eggs. I cut a waterloup, a cross between a cantaloupe and a watermelon.
After breakfast, we piled into Julie’s car to go hike to the falls at Holland lake. Jean stayed behind, opting to rest.
Holland Lake is popular, for a reason. It has spectacular scenery. The dogs were plenty and a few I know enjoyed a lake swim. It was 1.5 miles to the falls and we took our time.
Part of the Flathead National Forest, Holland Lake has developed a little controversy lately centering on developlent.
https://takingthekids.com/controversy-has-suddenly-taken-over-this-once-quiet-montana-lake/
Kasey and Tad were a little faster than us as were the vast majority of young and tall adventurers. I would step to the side of the trail to let them pass and decided to take advantage of the opportunity to remind them of how this hike was possible because it was public land. “Enjoy your public lands, don’t forget to vote,” I would say as Julie chuckled at my bravery, or whatever. Young people, enjoying the publicly owned lands, during an important midterm, who knows. Maybe it made a difference.
We returned to the car just in time for the rain to start and made our way home. We stopped at the Mission Mountain Mercantile to check it out. A wonderful selection of gourmet items, clothing, groceries, fresh made sandwiches, and more. I got a portable table for the motorhome.
Back at the cabin we all decided a nap was in order. Couple of hours later, we emerged. More visiting and sharing history. We talked about how we all met our partners. Julie talked about her first job and the manual she edited for AI.
Before we knew it, it was dinner time. Jean and Julie cooked up a lasagna and green beans with a caprice salad. Jean shared more stories of her work with executive leaders.
We continued talking and sharing stories into the night.
The rain continued throughout the evening and by the time we retired for the evening, it had thouroughly soaked the surrounding grounds. We hastened to the motorhome where we snuggled in for a few chapters of our book, First Evidence, by Ken Goddard.
Tomorrow we depart for places east and Diana will head home to Roseburg. Julie will stay for a few more days.
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