This was laundry day, a hated, but necessary event. While Mavis did the dirty work I was interviewed by a Miami writer for a story in Southern Boating on the Cumberland River. The editor wants a story on the entire river from Cumberland Lake to the Ohio. It is going to be tough to find anyone to talk about the 60 miles from the Wolf Creek Dam to Celina as it is not navigable.
Nearing Butte I began to retrace the route my family took in a brand new Studebaker in 1950. My father wrote in his blog “The Montana Highways Department has a sense of humor, as we found when reading their markers for historic sights. Beautifully mounted in carved wood, these signs were well worth reading and usually contained a chuckle.” The photo shows one of the markers we found in a rest stop. Not much has changed here in 58 years.
Tomorrow we head for West Yellowstone for 3 nights.
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