Thursday, July 10, 2008
Day 9 - Bumming in Whitefish
Day 9 – As this Wednesday morning should, it serves as a markedly different and slower morning from the night before. Eating til we were full, drinking a wonderful shiraz and then proceeding to not do any of the dishes whatsoever really took it out of us, and we slept in til 9 and then had a fantastic breakfast of bacon and Grand Marnier French Toast.
By late morning we had packed up and thanked our hosts, and proceeded to spend the afternoon meandering around the quirky little town of Whitefish. It has its number of chotchky tourist shops, but also has a good number of café’s, coffee shops and a brewery, specifically the Great Northern Brewery. We sit at the bar and take a taster, making conversation with the bartender, Matt. As another employees leaves bike bound from the brewery, Matt asks if the young lass wants to split a pizza for lunch, but she seems relatively unhungry. We pipe up and gladly admit that we would help him with such a feat, and before you know it we are eating out of a pizza box on the bar enjoying almost all of the varietals that Great Northern has to offer.
Its things like that that make me think that I could get behind living in a town like Whitefish. Laid back, easy going, good food and drink and not too many people. Not a bad combination.
With another stop for pie and some huckleberry-related gifts, we headed North to the town of Rexford to find the Frampton family house. Mike works with me at Golder, and has an awesome log house cabin near Rexford, and was kind enough to invite us up to the area for the last few days of our trip. We arrive to find a brilliant and shining log cabin, a much larger tent for us to sleep in already set up and lined with air mattresses. Dinner is BBQ with a tasty Pinot, and we play a game of Mexican train with the Framptons, Mike’s visiting Sister and Brother-In-Law, and even Mike’s parents who are also up for the week. Even though the house is very full, we are immediately put at ease and treated like family, and sleep very well under the Montana stars.
By late morning we had packed up and thanked our hosts, and proceeded to spend the afternoon meandering around the quirky little town of Whitefish. It has its number of chotchky tourist shops, but also has a good number of café’s, coffee shops and a brewery, specifically the Great Northern Brewery. We sit at the bar and take a taster, making conversation with the bartender, Matt. As another employees leaves bike bound from the brewery, Matt asks if the young lass wants to split a pizza for lunch, but she seems relatively unhungry. We pipe up and gladly admit that we would help him with such a feat, and before you know it we are eating out of a pizza box on the bar enjoying almost all of the varietals that Great Northern has to offer.
Its things like that that make me think that I could get behind living in a town like Whitefish. Laid back, easy going, good food and drink and not too many people. Not a bad combination.
With another stop for pie and some huckleberry-related gifts, we headed North to the town of Rexford to find the Frampton family house. Mike works with me at Golder, and has an awesome log house cabin near Rexford, and was kind enough to invite us up to the area for the last few days of our trip. We arrive to find a brilliant and shining log cabin, a much larger tent for us to sleep in already set up and lined with air mattresses. Dinner is BBQ with a tasty Pinot, and we play a game of Mexican train with the Framptons, Mike’s visiting Sister and Brother-In-Law, and even Mike’s parents who are also up for the week. Even though the house is very full, we are immediately put at ease and treated like family, and sleep very well under the Montana stars.
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