July 5, 2018. Eureka, MT to Eureka, MT.
I slept well. Sometimes when I drop elevation and sleep indoors I freak out a bit. Not this time.
This won’t be a lenghy post.
Eureka is a long town spread out over a few miles straddling a north-south highway. A few miles north is Canada. Thankfully, our border is tight there and we are keeping out those Canadians who want to sneak into our country to mow our lawns, pick our produce, and steal jobs in meat packing plants.
Besides pickup trucks there are tourists. My legs protested but I walked a half mile to the post office to pick up my resupply package. Then, since the library didn’t open until 11:00, I found an out of the way local burger joint that was fantastic. A double bacon burger at 10:30 is good living. I walked the full three miles of Eureka, including the residential section.
At the library, I took care of some financial stuff and updated some blog things. Then, about 50 six-year olds invaded and it was time to go.
Montanans seem to be look- you-in-the-eye, hard-working people. There are a lot of NRA stickers, but people are friendly. A weird vibe of “I’ll talk to you but reserve the right to shoot you.”
Eureka is not a pretty town. But the Tobacco Valley in which it sits is very pretty. I hope to come back again. In a car. Or better, a pickup.
Tomorrow, I walk along the highway and cross Lake Koocanusa (42 miles long between beautiful Montana and Canada). My next town is Bonner’s Ferry Idaho in six (slow) or seven (fast) days.
Thanks for traveling along.
backpacking over the hill 