Polebridge, Montana…and the “Merc”
So…we left off yesterday at a stop along the North Fork of the Flathead River. But back to the beginning of the day for a moment…
Sandy took this photo as we were headed down “the road home”…I love it! My little red Jeep, with Karl and I aboard, headed for adventure :)! We took 2 vehicles because I am a tourist wimp and they are energizer bunnies in comparison… I needed to be able to come home when it was my nap time…
Off we go!
Breakfast at The Whistle Stop Cafe in Columbia Falls – where we added the word “terrifical” to our vocabulary…courtesy of our waitress – then north with the stop at the river and on another 40 minutes of dusty road along rivers and creeks, to Polebridge, Montana…home of Polebridge Mercantile…
aka the “Merc”.
The Polebridge Mercantile is famous for its bakery – bread, sweet rolls, sandwiches. We partook! And ate all on their front porch…
…while we took in the local color – and not just the leaves on the trees, but I cannot bring myself to point my camera at strangers so you’ll have to take my word for it.
However, while Sandy was inside getting another Huckleberry Bear Claw, Jerry and I were kibbutzing and noting that the “color” in this kind of very remote place tends to be the same from remote spot to remote spot. And then, a car with people who reeked high class pulled in and asked Jerry if he was from here… Hee… In Jerry’s defense, although he was wearing a cap that said “Paddle Faster, I hear banjo music”, he was dressed in jeans, a freshly pressed oxford shirt, with a belt and shirt tucked in! – AND his hat was on right side forward. He didn’t really look like a Polebridge local…but it was funny.
After that, I was done…Karl and I headed for home leaving Sandy and Jerry on their own for further exploring…they have a Garmin, I knew they’d find their way back to the house..eventually and they did…and it was still light :)!
Meanwhile, Karl and I stopped at another river access. Polebridge local dogs are out and about so visitor dogs have to be on leash…I left Karl in the Jeep while in Polebridge, so this stop was for him.
Beautiful creekside break…and then we went home.
