Tracey:
Drove a few more hours north this morning to arrive in Kalispell, about 70 miles from the Canadian border. Glacier National Park is less than an hour away and we could’ve gone straight there instead of spending a night here, but though the National Parks are the highlight of this trip, we wanted to actually experience some of the towns in each state and Kalispell was one mentioned on FindYourSpot.com. For those of you who aren’t familiar with the site, it asks you a whole bunch of questions about your living preferences and then gives you a list of 24 towns/cities that seem to be a good match for you. When Dave and I first did it (independently of each other), we both ended up with lots of towns in New England and the Pacific Northwest. Surprised that we didn’t receive any matches in the west, I went back and changed a few of my answers to skew toward the snowier climes and Kalispell was one of the places that eventually came up.
Drove a few more hours north this morning to arrive in Kalispell, about 70 miles from the Canadian border. Glacier National Park is less than an hour away and we could’ve gone straight there instead of spending a night here, but though the National Parks are the highlight of this trip, we wanted to actually experience some of the towns in each state and Kalispell was one mentioned on FindYourSpot.com. For those of you who aren’t familiar with the site, it asks you a whole bunch of questions about your living preferences and then gives you a list of 24 towns/cities that seem to be a good match for you. When Dave and I first did it (independently of each other), we both ended up with lots of towns in New England and the Pacific Northwest. Surprised that we didn’t receive any matches in the west, I went back and changed a few of my answers to skew toward the snowier climes and Kalispell was one of the places that eventually came up.
Now that we’ve been here, it’s a little too small for us and the downtown doesn’t have enough going on, but the people of Kalispell have made us feel very welcome. Whitefish, a ski town about 15 miles north, is a little more our speed and we had a great meal there at Pescado Blanco. Dave had pheasant enchiladas with a peanut mole and a delicious Mexican chocolate cake --- like I said, our kind of place (a shout out to our very cool servers, Sara and Andrew - they were an added bonus to the meal and Andrew‘s from Chicago, so he kindly wrote down the museums and blues clubs we need to check out when we get there).
The best news of the day was that we don’t have to cut our trip short - I’ve been plagued by some kind of allergic reaction for most of the trip which has resulted in hives and I’ve been itching my way across the west. Benadryl was doing the trick initially, but that gradually stopped working and it was getting to the point where hiking and sleeping were getting increasingly difficult. I had them head to toe, though fortunately they weren’t too obvious on my face, other than the one day that my lip was pretty swollen and it looked like Dave popped me one (not helped by him saying loudly “I told you, don’t sass me!” whenever anyone looked my way). Anyway, it had gotten so bad that we were considering cutting the trip short (which seemed ridiculous - for pneumonia, maybe, but hives? But the whole point of being out here was hiking and I was itching so bad I didn’t want to move!), but I called my doc back home and he hooked me up with the good drugs and I’m already feeling better. So, Mom and Dad, no reprieve, the dog’s yours for two more weeks!
