After breakfast John processed photos and Linda got a self-inflicted haircut. Later she mentioned her DIY haircut to John who said “Thank God, I saw the wastebasket and I thought you were losing your hair!” When he is working on photos he is pretty oblivious to everything except what is on his screen. But the results are worth it. And Linda's haircut wasn't half bad either. And the price was right.
Lunch today was fruit – grapes, plums and nectarines.
While out for an afternoon stroll, Fannie and Linda paused at a table at the almost empty Taco John's down the way from Cheap Sleep. One of their workers pulled up. Linda thought the lady was going to ask them to leave but instead she went in and got Fannie a doggy treat, came back out and visited for awhile. This Taco John's whole crew walked out last week and this lady was dispatched from Kalispell to get the tacos tocking. Her experience is that it is hard to find people in Whitefish who want to work. At least they don't want to work at Safeway (another walkout story) or Taco John's. The lady has been putting in so many 12-hour days that she hasn't been able to get out to pick huckleberries and the season will soon be over. They are only found in the wild. No one has successfully been able to grow them commercially. She said they are getting more scarce all the times because commercial pickers come in with machines that tear out the whole bush and shake off the berries. Linda remembers well the first time she had huckleberries. It was in the early 1960s in Washington State at her favorite aunt and uncle's place by a lake. There were huckleberry bushes galore. Linda picked and picked and munched and munched. With what berries she brought back her Aunt Jean made huckleberry pancakes. Yumm! Before that summer Linda had never known there were huckleberries, other than Huckleberry Hound and Huckleberry Finn.
Dinner was at LouLa's (the owners are Lou and Laura)in downtown Whitefish. The building was a Masonic Lodge for many years, then a community center and now is a very nice eatery with photos and paintings that depict many of the wonders of this area. John had the stuff-your-own burger. He chose bleu cheese for the inside and jalapenos, roasted garlic and bacon for his toppers. It came with waffle fries. Linda had shrimp and sausage gumbo. It was not as good as the gumbo at the Tupelo Grill but it was good (even without okra).
Later in the evening the old buzzards and Fannie went to Whitefish Lake to take photos of the sunset. There were boats and skiers and paddle boarders in the lake and swimmers near the shore. It was easy to tell that this community really enjoys their lake. By the time John finished shooting the sunset (137 images) the crescent moon was far up in the sky to the south. It was around 9:50 and still quite light outside. The moon was very visible and had a silvery cast. In eight more days (Sunday, July 22) it will be a full moon.
Below is one of the sunset shots John took at Whitefish Lake. We'll put the final ones after culling through the 137 images in its own photo gallery.
Two paddle boarders enjoy Whitefish Lake as the sun goes down
Speaking of photo gallery. Today's has but 20 images and includes our farewell to the Cheap Sleep Motel. You can view the gallery by clicking here.
Tomorrow will be consumed with laundry, photo processing and packing up to leave. Next stopover is a two-night stay at the Trout Creek Motel in Trout Creek, Montana beginning Monday night, July 15.
The SONG O' THE DAY is “By the Light of the Silvery Moon” by Ed Madde and Gus Edwards (1906) from page 43 in the Daily Ukelele Songbook (365 Songs for Better Living).
Happy trails!
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