Brown's

 

    Left Sam Owen camp early and had breakfast in Clark Fork with a crew of railroad men at Grandma’s. There was a whole corner devoted to child’s size plastic kitchen set as well as other large plastic domestic toys, on the wall was a white board entitled Grandma’s Rules which included not moving the furniture, not touching “my” fan, no complaining if food took a while, and consequents if you fussed about a dirty table before the one waitperson had time to clean it and ten or so others all somewhat sharply worded. Breakfast was good.

    We hurtled on to Thompson Falls and checked out the falls which was a spillway for the dam that took the place of the original Thompsom Falls.

Hauled into Les Schwab in Missoula to see if one of the guys there thought the oil on the dipstick looked rather too dark; the guy said it looked pretty dark but he had seen darker and they couldn’t get to it for several hours so we drove on and eventually arrived Brown’s Lake some kind of state fishing access point with camp privileges. Lots of older dudes with trailers and pickups and small boats scattered about a little rise half surrounded by Brown’s Lake. We joined them. Very chilly with a sharp wind and now smoke has rolled in from the west. Cozy as heck in the CS Adventurous LX.