Leaving Billings, we could see clouds bumping up against the mountains ahead. The white-topped dark peaks looked like there had been a good first snowfall. “Purple mountain majesties” kept running through my head. It was deeply satisfying scenery. Small rivers winding through fields of buff and red-tinged grasses edged with red twigged bushes, burgundy leafed bushes, and bright gold-leafed trees. All against the backdrop of mountains in all directions. The clouds began creeping over the mountains in foggy mists. We were thankful that the temperature continued in the 40s--no chance of snow.
Outside of Missoula, we were treated to a vivid rainbow. Some three hours later, we had cut across the Idaho panhandle and were driving towards Coeur d’Alene through a corridor of mountains draped in fabulous fall colors. Especially impressive were the tall bright yellow western tamarack/larch which glowed amongst the deep green pines as together they marched up and down the steep hillsides.
It was chilly but beautifully sunny in Coeur d’Alene and the sunlight danced across the lake. Enjoying a brisk walk along the lake’s shore, we were treated once again to the many colors of fall--reds, oranges, yellows, greens, browns. We somehow weren’t expecting such a beautiful display of colors in the west. So, ok, Mark’s idea to take I-90 was an excellent one!
Back at the truck, we slipped across the border back into Washington to spend the night in Spokane. Couldn’t quite face another 6 hours in the truck that night.
32. Idaho--Let it be perpetual/Gem State, Gem of the Mountains
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