Going Home

I feel like I’ve written ad nauseum about my love for Montana and I think it gets even “worse” when I go away in that “absence makes the heart grow fonder” kind of way. I have lived in northwest Montana for 15 years and the love has had its cycles as all love does. My other love of exploring sends me out and about and I always enjoy the adventure but there is also that ache for the place that is the place right for me.

“Home” – it is different things for each of us I suspect. I feel a lot of at homeness when I travel in the motorhome as I have the companionship of Bob and Karl, this rolling home which is comfortable and familiar no matter where it is parked, the company of family and friends via email and blogs. I love the routine of traveling this way and spending time in different places.

But there is always the “pine” for Montana and my small spot there. I tamp it down so as to enjoy the experience of where I am – else, why go? But on the way home, especially as I get to those places that have reminders of home, the excitement grows. The return trip is always so exhilarating and wonderful and I like to draw it out and enjoy that feeling of knowing that I’m on my way home. It is an odd paradox of wanting to be there and yet wanting to take my time and enjoy the getting close.

This morning, I am 404 miles from my house. I am at Western Wings RV Park. I believe that its main reason for being is as a shooting spot (clay), but there are level sites with water and power and a self-check in/out system. There are 2 of us here. I found it two years ago travelling to Colorado to see my folks. There is nothing else around – Roberts, ID is not a large town and it is some distance away. I took a lot of photos last night and am just off to catch sunrise over the pond and then be on my way home. Photos from here after I get home. But what a place to spend this night before the run to home…quiet except for the birds, so isolated and perfect temperature – I left blinds and windows open.

I’m on my home road: I-15 over Monida Pass, turning west on I-90 and 93 north from Missoula. This part I know and love and the miles go by almost too fast when I’m going home.

Elko to Idaho in pictures

Elko after storm sunrise…

…on the road.

Rest stop.

In Roberts, Idaho for the night as it appears a storm approaches.

Our walk.

Thunder rumbled.

We came home.

But that black cloud and all that goes with it, went a different direction.

We sit in calm.

And tomorrow, we head for home.

Rolling north

It is calm and clear this morning and looks to be a beautiful morning so will roll as soon as we’re ready and it is full light.

Another route modification to stay on the interstate but out of Utah…: I-80 to Wells, NV, north on 93 to Twin Falls, ID, east on I-84 then I-86 to Pocatello and I-15 North. If I don’t have to stop for weather we should make Pocatello or further.

Noon Mountain Time – quick stop to check weather. Just crossed the Snake River at Twin Falls. Have new respect for Evil Kneivel – WOW!…more like the Snake River Gorge! Sky is blue with puffy white clouds so far. On to Pocatello.

4:30 p.m. Arrived Western Wings RV Park, Roberts, ID – about 20 miles north of Idaho Falls. God willing and the creek don’t rise we will be sitting on the front porch tomorrow this time.

Pics from today in a bit.

Elko Storm

A severe thunderstorm that passed directly over us sent Bob and Karl to their hidey-hole safe spots again.

Thunder, lightning, rain….

….and hail!

A lot of rain.

But after, that little bit of blue sky took over and the afternoon was dry, the water on the “road” was absorbed into the ground…

And then it did it again this evening.

This morning’s storm had me looking closely at the weather. Weather and work – I decided to start home tomorrow.

Morning walk in Elko

Yesterday morning was beautiful after the afternoon wind and night rain on Tuesday. It soon darkened and proceeded to rain with a bit of thunder thrown in until late afternoon. Karl and Bob spent most of the day sleeping: Karl behind my bed and Bob nearly next to him in a spot where the comforter hangs making a “safe” place.

I had plenty of work to get done and so just kept at it.

But that morning walk down the bluff and looking up at the sky and clouds – what a beautiful start to the day!