This is the view of the Blackfoot River from our campsite.
Now called Russell Gates Recreation area, it also happens to be the site where Lewis and Clark made camp in July 1806, when they had nowhere to go but east following their arrival at the Pacific. Apparently, they covered 31 miles on the day they camped here, afraid for their safety because of local Indians and grizzlies and worried that their horses would go mad from all the mosquitoes. Fortunately for us, our screen tent and teardrop combination has kept us safe from all intruders.
We've been camping and fishing for a few days in this remarkably picturesque part of Montana, where the views are jaw-dropping and the trout are, well, elusive. The only fish we've eaten frankly is tuna from a can. That said, the Blackfoot is a stupendous site, running 132 miles from the Continental Divide to the confluence of the Clark Fork River in Missoula. We've fished several places along its banks, as well as on a few of the local lakes.
In true River Runs Through It fashion, John likes to wade when he's fishing.
We caught a couple of small perch in this lake.
Some fishing holes are more remote than others.
This guy was wondering what we were doing on his road.
We were wondering how he got out of the fenced pasture.
