It was unexpected… the sudden switch from high mountain plains to moist Pacific forest. The trip started as expected, Montana sharing her Big Sky and rimrock views.
It took a short tour through sadness and random luck created by last year’s forest fires just outside Lolo, Montana. Most houses were right at the edge of the fire, but there were a few where only the chimney was left.
Holy cow… we were in the rainforest just descending from the pass. Moss and lichen covered everything! What would be bare granite in Wyoming or Montana was a soft carpet of green. The Lochsa River was wide and pretty and we ran in tandem with it for the next 100 miles almost to the little town of Kooskia. The map of Highway 12 resembles the arthritic penmanship of a centenarian… and SLOW is the preferable speed.
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