Glimpses of mountain meadows made us stop and explore. They were full of butterflies and mosquitos.
While trying to take a picture of a butterfly, I had a surprise really close encounter with this lovely lady.
At the end of Camas Road we took a dirt road heading back toward Columbia Falls. Rick is not especially fond of dirt roads, but he was game for this one, probably because it follows the North Fork of the Flathead River, our favorite. We stopped at a picnic/fishing/camping area and dabbled along the river. This was the best part.
Kona got to swim.
I got to wade in the water and take pictures of the rocks.
It was totally quiet except for the water sounds. It was just us and a few fly fisherman drifting down the river in their mini-pontoon boats. The water was icy and crystal clear. The scenery was awesome.
To top it all off, my son Mark called. Perfect.