Glacier Gateway

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We are here: Kalispell, Montana; The Gateway to Glacier National Park.  Just a few miles south of the Canadian border and 800 northeast of the Central Oregon Coast.  No Wheeled Manor this trip as we will not be here long enough, and it's not quite far enough to justify the expense.  Sure miss it though.

Soaring eagles above.  A brisk coolness in the air.  Snow flurries and freezing temperatures overnight. Flathead Lake, the largest west of the Mississippi seems infinitely endless.  Simple, friendly people who wave as you pass.

Time passes slower here.  Time to eat, relax, rest, and play.  It's a different way here.  A way that should be. The way it was.  A way I remember and the way I prefer.  Levis and boots.  Wool caps and furry coats. Snowmobiles and 4x4's.  Fireplace smoke and gambling halls.  An obvious lack of beggars.  Churches galore and shopping a sparse.  Rivers run free and clear, and no trash littering the highways.

But soon I realize there is no escape from the Obama baloney.  I overhear even these folks ranting about his lies as I polish off my pastry at the local coffee shop.  The lies seem endless and more and more of them surface each day.  But still, some defend him while not enough of us call for his impeachment.  Much like sheep, so many seem not to care.  

But remember, A Nation of Sheep breeds a Government of Wolves.
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