Let It Go... Wait, Where Did It Go?
Everyone back east consistently informed me about how cold it was going to be. Not once did I need to don anything heavier than my midweight 230 g/m2 merino shirt and a hoodie. Nor was it necessary to even fire up that new 24" snow blower I purchased when we first moved here in preparation. I DID fire it up and do the drive once, but my FWD passenger car would have made it out easily.
Ice Accumulating on Our Rain Chains |
In the hectic chaos of trying to settle in, unpack, get our daughter adjusted, and figure out a routine, I totally missed out on skiing and snowshoeing. But this is definitely something I'm going to arrange for the family next season.
Is the Honeymoon Over?
The cynics said the honeymoon phase would be over soon enough (I guess frozen out by the awful winter) and I'll begin to wish I was back "home." Well, maybe its too early to call, but I haven't looked back. I can honestly say that I have yet to grow tired of looking at the mountains. I have a hard time driving because all I want to do is stare at the gorgeous scenery. I feel centered and relaxed. We recently returned to the heartland, and I can tell you with certainty that my heart ached for the mountains every day.
The day I take those giant rocks for granted will be a sad day.
Lake Time
Business hours are short. Not that it makes a load of difference to me. First, I'm actively trying not to require any services. Second, I have a very flexible schedule and can accommodate said weird hours. Oh, I didn't mention they are weird hours?
Maybe it's just the Midwesterner in me, but regular business hours is somewhere in the neighborhood of 0800 to 1800... but only if you're a bank. Everyone else should at least be open to 2100 (that's 8am to 9pm for those unacquainted with the superior 24 hour timekeeping method).
So around here, some places close a little after lunch (between noon and 1500) or don't open until the evening (1700+). Also, there are large numbers of seasonal businesses. I've entered many an establishment and sat down only to be told several minutes later that they are closed... you know, unless you're wanting to flush your money away at their casino which is open 30 hours a day.
Brewery Paradise
Montana has more breweries per capita than any other state of the Union. I'm not sure what that says about us Montanans other than we love some fermented beverages. I even have a Brewery Passport so I can travel to all of them and get it stamped while I toss back golden brews.
Cuisine Conundrum
There isn't a lot of choice as far as quality restaurants are concerned. I won't say there aren't any to be had, because the awesome breweries usually have excellent meal offerings. But, good food always carries a premium. Also, these poor people have no idea what good Mexican food tastes like. We have visited several restaurants purporting to peddle in pabulum from beyond our southern borders, and all of them were south of pleasing.
There's No Escape from Hate
This is true, and I had no allusions to the contrary. You'll see the billboard christians out here with their ten commandment signs planted in their front yard (or bumper stickers on their car). Hell, I've already had the obligatory JW visit... though I don't think they'll be coming back since I made it abundantly clear that the last 3000 feet of road is a private drive and they are trespassing and there will be repercussions. They're like rats and cockroaches; they'll find people where ever they hide.
But the area is also rich in culture (if not exactly diversity). We live within a short drive to several indigenous Reservations and I'm accompanying my daughter on a field trip to the Kootenai/Salish River Honoring Ceremony very soon.
A People of Vision |
There are also a large number of conservationists (and a wide spectrum thereof, ranging from hunters to Green Peace). I find even those most conservative (politically) conservationists to be more rational than your average bear.
But the bottom line is there are just fewer people and therefore fewer opportunities for malarkey.
Traffic Observations
What the hell is with Montanans and not wanting to merge when their lane ends? Hey! It's your fucking lane that is ending, not mine, so the onus is on you to figure out how to not get stuck on the goddamned shoulder.
Most of the time, I love driving around Montana. Besides the scenery, most of the highways have a 70 MPH speed limit. That being said, there are plenty of drivers who will never ever peak within 10 MPH (talking about the 55 MPH portion) of the posted speed limit on the single lane section of 93 that hugs the western shore of Flathead Lake. What the hell?
Summer Plans
Our big goal is to invest in a boat to take advantage of lake activities. The local college also offers some sea kayaking lessons that I think I might enroll in too. We're definitely going to put our fishing poles, tent, hiking boots, and bicycles to use as well.
Looking forward to the next six months and a permanent honeymoon period!