The rule of temperature is a pretty simple one. North cold, south hot. It's frickin hot outside and we're sick of it. What to do? Head north. We were up and out of Aunt Sheila's house by 0700 and hauling balls across the continental divide before it gets hot. The road grade there is 8%, which means you better hit the hill with some momentum in a big rig and pick the right gear. Our drive is a bit easier. Roo is an automatic with push button up/down shift. It was a balmy 65° on our way out so she didn't have a problem with the heat today.
The canyon lands of Helena open up to the plains of northern Montana. We click through Great falls with little drama and head towards Shelby. A quick pit-stop for fuel and it's due west to the big little city of Cut Bank. This is one of the closest RV parks we could find outside of Glacier National Park. We've come to realize a few things along our trip. Our RV is huge, too huge in fact. Glacier National Park has a size limit of 35 ft. We could have lived in something smaller. We book an RV park for the next two days so we can have AC in the 90° heat. Tomorrow we roll out for Glacier National Park and we need all of our fur-balls to be comfy while we are gone.
We got to the campground and set up for the next two days. Something I didn't mention... It's windy here. I'm talking hold on to your hat windy. My aunt said it's like this all the time and the guy at the campground desk confirms it. Thirty mile an hour winds are the norm. Roo shakes on her jacks as we sit inside and try to relax. Katie and I head down to the creek for a walk with Eli. I'm wearing my favorite hat, that is until it blows off into the river. Don't worry, I'll get it.
Crap river water behind us, we stroll back up to the top of the hill. I've decided to work on my headshots for a future modeling career.
We'll walk Eli tonight as usual, right after we hang out with metal Jesus.