Flathead River Page 2
High clay bluffs greeted us and osprey soared overhead. Mountains rose in the East, and the warm breeze carried the scent of pine. We truly had escaped the world of offices, telephones and computers.
Below you can see at lunch time we had to dig out the kitchen box and the ice chest. We took the opportunity to reorganize. Yes. yes it all fits. It all fit much better after a couple days of travel.
My feet reclining on the beach before dinner. A little siesta.
Here Travis slaves over a hot stove while I relax. We had to suffer through a steak dinner on the first night with our meager provisions.
Journal entry July 18, 2005, the next morning we try the spray cover on the boat. It sure looks nice before we clutter it all up with all that gear.
Later that morning we're back on the river. My GPS is in the foreground. We used this and the Montana Gazetteer to navigate. The GPS came in handy for judging hull speed, which we averaged to set distances for the day. It's hard to get lost when you know you're going downstream all day but knowing the progress is always a good thing. We topped 7 mph when hustling and were dogged down to less than 3 mph when we got into head winds.
Heading east. The Mission Mountains are in the distance.
Below Travis indicates a thumbs up day on the Flathead.
The forest encloses the banks above Dixon Montana.
