Crossing the Country – July 25th

I caught the 9 o’clock ferry from Bremerton, just a stone throw from Seattle, with my truck this time. I took Route 90 all the way to Montana. In Idaho there was a backup, traffic was stopped. A van carrying a trailer went up and over the divider. The trailer flipped on its side. There was only about eight feet of room to get by so tractor-trailer trucks could not get through. Driving trough the mountains my truck overheated. I pulled over for about ten minutes and it cooled down so I was on my way. I didn’t get to Glacier National Park until after 9 o’clock. I was heading for a primitive campsite when I went the wrong way. The dirt road to the campsite was closed before I could reach the camp. I slept in my truck. Now, I six miles up this dirt road that ended so I was about as far away as I could be in a jeep from the park center. I decided to stop listening to stupid noises and sleep. There would be nobody that would bother me here.

When I woke up the next morning, I sat up and nearly shit myself to see a car parked right in front of me. So much for isolation.