Amuck in America 2006: Ariel
9/2/06
Our path took us from Hardin MO to Courè d'Alene ID. Our path was through mountains of various heights, tree types, and densities. The road went up-ditty up up, it went down-ditty down down. It was beautiful and terrifying all at once. Well, it was just beautiful to me, I was driving, if it was terrifying at all for my passengers I have no idea.
I have made law. My new law is this. Speed limits mean nothing to RV's at all. One of those minimum limit signs may mean something but upper limits are right out. The reason is, if the road is windy, you are in a sailboat. Headwind slows you way down, tail wind speeds you up a little, cross winds make everyone afraid. This includes me, even if I am driving. The solution is of course to drive the speed the RV wants to go and not try to impose draconian law on the RV. It will end in tears.
Montana is beautiful by the way. We saw the Crazy Mountains. I would have had the song Quiet Mountain Town from the Southpark movie running through my head but the only words I could remember were "...and the grass is green. under the three feet of snow I mean." So I went crazy instead.
Dinner was an adventure. We went into town, albet late, looking for a restaurant. All the restaurants magically turn into bars at a certain hour. That hour had past. Leaving us with an IGA and microwavable heat and eats for our dinner. As it turns out the company and the atmosphere are both more important than the food. We did have a lot of laughs trying to navigate Courè d'Alene during happy hour, and that's something.
Sara got altitude sickness and vomited. We also both had headaches. All in all it was the best day ever.
