Polson, Montana KOA
By 8:30 am I was on the road headed north on highway 93. By 915 I had missed my turn at highway 90 and was at a dead end in a very posh neighborhood of ranch style mansions near a stream and lots of forest and great views. I retraced my steps and stumbled on a Cracker Barrel. I had to kill some time so I stopped. The food was the usual Cracker Barrel quality. Love those biscuits and gravy. I half witnessed a conversation that peaked my interest also, but I won't digress for a change.
It was a bright sunny day as I drove up highway 93 to Polson. I registered at the KOA just north of town around 11:30 am. It was a nice place with nice view of Flathead Lake. I showered, shaved, uploaded web pages, paid some bills online, and relaxed at the deserted swimming pool reading a book until 2 pm. It was hot.
I rode my bike the three miles into town. There were two nice city parks with swimming avaliable at the lake which looked very inviting. There were a lot of people having fun out on the lake, including a parasailer whose parachute was a smily face. I found a bookstore (new and used) that had a cyber cafe and bought a used book. The library was quiet and clean, but I did not bother to use their computers. Overall it was a nice town. As I cruised down the main highway checking out the available restaraunt 3 young females driving a beat up old pickup truck through either ice water or a soda with ice at me as they passed by. Luckily it just grazed my ankle and there was little harm done.
They got a good laugh out of it until the next signal turned red and the driver saw me approaching from behind. I kept my focus on the road, but the driver looked very worried as I passed by. As they passed me again on the other side of the signal the two passengers ducked down so I could not see them then popped back up after they got by. I am sure they will be bragging to their boyfriends and fasthers that encourage such behavior about what a dangerous life they lead and how they got that dirty biker good.
When they tell about how they were scared when the light turned red, it would be nice if it were explained that they have nothing to fear. The biker was a decent person. Decent people have no recourse against the injuries inflicted on them. They just accept life and move on their merry way. I was not perfect I thought of things to put a scare into them in hopes of preventing further action, but that is not my place. When they run over a biker some day we will all hear the cry of the illiterate innocents, "I didn't do nothing."
The ride back to camp was nice I stretched another couple of miles past the camp to get some work in even though it was hot. Back at camp I donned my trunks and headed to the park at the river. It was a large swimming area and even though there were a lot of people I had a lot of space to myself. I stayed for an hour or so reading, swimming and observing people.
I returned to camp to find a thunderstorm brewing. I got my rain cover on before the rain started. I only had to take shelter in the tent a couple of times before it passed. It was still hot and muggy, but around 7 pm I went for another ride. This time I headed up the country road near the KOA. I passed by the local airport and a lot of hay fields. The road was mostly up hill and I had a lot of fun riding back.
The ice scream social started at 7:30. On my way back I noticed not many people so I thought it would be safe to get a cone and run. As I got within a few feet of the order counter a man that happened to be a KOA quality inspector staying at the park ran in front of me practically knocking me down to get their first. Of course he ordered to huckleberry shakes which took forever to make so there was 4 more old men waiting in line by the time I asked for my simple cone. The server's nickname on her tag was "bubbly." She just seemed real phony and overly friendly to me. I noticed some personalized plates in the parking lot with her name on it also. She drives a much nicer car than I.
I spent the rest of the night typing up web pages and observing other people. Around 10 pm as it got dark a group of about 15 chaperoned teenagers thought it would be a good idea to start playing and singing campfire songs. This would be fine if it was not for the fact that I am only 50 feet away from them and there are 4 other campers between me and them all of whom have retired.
I generally kept to myself, but still did not mind my own business. I really want to be a writer. There are parts of it that are fun. Tomorrow I plan to head up north and possibly camp along Flathead lake which according to my map is 30 to 40 miles long on each side and has a few campgrounds on each side. I feel I may end up in Glacier Park again. Tomorrow is another day I have to find a place to stay.