From Exit 16, it’s not far to Missoula, one of our usual stops, but we pushed on this time and took a lunch break at Drummond, a bit farther east. Drummond is a tiny, tiny, tiny town, but it has a lovely community park, just past the sheep in this field.
While I made our lunch, the Captain let the dogs stretch their legs. They’d been very good about riding in their straw-filled crates in the back of the truck, but they were ready for a romp. Emma’s flying ears tell the story.
Then on we went, on our way. We took the shortcut to Helena by crossing on Highway 12 at Garrison. This meant going over MacDonald Pass at 6312 ft. It is on the Continental Divide, and that makes it seem special to me.
Going through Helena was uneventful, now that we have discovered the easiest route through it, turning onto Highway 15 North.
We tootled on happily until I said, “Oh, look at that fog up ahead.”
“Sure is thick, and we’re driving right into it.”
And then there were those dreaded orange and white barrels, forcing traffic into one lane for construction work that wasn’t even happening.
“That’s not just fog.” The Captain stated the obvious. We were heading into a blizzard.
See all the white stuff?
At one point, the orange and white barrels seemed to indicate that we should go into the right lane, and moments later we realized that we had exited I-15 and were on a little by-road with no place to turn back to re-enter the highway.
Being a little lower down, the visibility was better, but the winding road was narrow, and traffic was two-way. Not so much fun for a truck pulling a trailer. (You can see the highway above us to the left. So close and yet so far away.)
We came to a sign that said we had 8 miles to go to Wolf Creek, where we could rejoin the highway.
Oh joy! We were back on the main drag at last. With every mile, the air got whiter, and so did the fields, and the trees, and the road.
At this point we were feeling a bit of anxiety creeping in.