Montana Part Deux

We arrived midmorning at the Glacier Meadow RV Park and Campground. It was MUCH better and more in line with what we were expecting for a campground in freakin' Montana. There were trees and meadows and wildlife.

The site itself was located in a grove of trees with a nice little footpath that lead to a bathroom with flush toilets, hot showers and electrical outlets. Each site had its own outlet and wifi (though the signal was weak at best).

My kind of camping!

We pitched our tent and the screen tent that I like to use for a kitchen/food area and got a fire going in the fire pit.

Once all of our things were settled we noticed something missing from our tent. Well, not our tent because we borrowed it from a friend, but the tent was missing its rain cover. The open mesh top allowed in light and a nice breeze during the day and freezing cold air at night. Yay! (No, not really Yay.)

So I went in to MacGuyver mode and rigged up a little something I like to call "Gladd I'm so Crafty" with trash bags, a table cloth and clothes pins. Yes, a true MacGuyver moment.

And the best part is that it worked.

For the most part. When the rain began late Saturday night we all huddled in the tent Sid and the boys brought because that thing was HUGE with a capital Roomy! It also had the manufacturer rain cover. So there's that.

We played cards and told a lot of jokes. They are super entertaining and I think that the best part is that Sid is just as much a goof as his kids are.

They went fishing and caught dinner (we had mac-n-cheese because we are fish wussies), hunted the worlds most annoying squirrel to no avail and kept the campsite in hilarious stitches of laughter.

It was sad to see them go but we knew it had to end eventually.

On Tuesday morning we packed up and headed south to Salt Lake for a family reunion.

That is when Montana launched its final attack.

As we pulled out of the Glacier Meadow campground a passing Subaru (I HATE SUBARU'S) kicked up a huge rock and cracked the windshield.

Awesome.

As if that wasn't bad enough, Montana had a piece of rebar awaiting our arrival at the Wendy's we stopped at for lunch that took a nice bite out of the fender.

So we couldn't get out of that cursed state quickly enough. As we passed into Idaho we heaved a sigh of relief and prayed no other states would hold a grudge against us as we made our way east again.


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