Well, it will not be 10/10/10 for another 400 years, so I hope you all made good use of today. I certainly did. I fished the Rock Creek area outside of Missoula and am now esconced in my room at the Motel 6 watching the 49er's disapoint as usual. Thank GOD Singletary wears that offensive wooden cross or God might really be pissed at the niners and let them win a game. Maybe he should switch to a star of David. Or maybe he should try and put some effort into coaching instead of praying. Who knows, as I look up for a bolt of lightning.
Well, yesterday I left Yellowstone after fishing in a cute little lake for native (planted many years ago) brook trout at the Northwest part of the park. I drove through the north east route looking for some more interesting wildlife, wolves, bears, etc. but only saw the ubiquotous Elk, Buffalo, deer and humans. The park was amazing and defies my ability to describe. Get a video!
I spent the night in Butte, known for more bars than people. Then today, I drove to Missoula, came to town drove around, bought a fishing license and headed to Rock Creek for a day of fishing. Lots of strikes but not a single fish put on the hook. Tomorrow I intend to see a realtor to get the skinny on local housing, I am really fascinated with this town and consider retiring here. Then on to Pullman, Salem for kid and grandkid visits, and home.
That means that this is the last on the road blog. I will summarize it all when I get home. Thanks for listening.
Brook T\rout
Cute Lake with Brook Trout (I had a friend in Tucson named Brooke Salmon)
Rock Creek
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