It was raining when we left Cheney. We thought that might be good news because there is a lot of road work between the campground and the Idaho border. Well, we were wrong – a little or a lot of rain didn’t keep them from working and slowing traffic to a single lane.
Up, up, and away – we started climbing as soon as we got into Idaho. And continued to the Montana border, where we crossed the top of the Rocky mountains (these are nowhere near as high or scary as the Canadian’s version – there were white lies, guard rails, and shoulders!) and headed down to Missoula. It didn’t take very long to get to the high valley that surrounds Missoula. If you want to read about the settling of this area, try any of Ivan Doig’s books. We both especially liked Whistling Season!! We must have crossed the Clark Fork- largest river by volume in Montana- most of its path runs parallel with Interstate 90, at least a dozen times.
There was road work again in Montana – Interstate 90 was reduced to 1 lane each way on the West-bound or East-bound depending upon which side of the bridge they were working on. That went on for about 60 miles total.
