The trip to the cabin on Flat­head Lake was entirely relax­ing. We read. We swam. We put together a puzzle. Then we read and swam some more. Good times. We also man­aged to see my Grandma and Grandpa while we were up there.

On our drive back to Helena today, we took the scenic route through Seely and Swan Lake. It’s a very pretty drive though the moun­tains. We passed through Lin­coln on the way (home of the Uni­bomber). We stopped to get gas and con­sid­ered asking a local where exactly the Uni­bomber lived. But after I got the ’slow walk by’ by a group of three people (old man with no teeth, very tall creepy kid and a scary woman in cam­ou­flage gear) and Jenn got whis­tled at three sep­a­rate times while pump­ing gas, we decided to aban­don the plan and get the heck out of Lin­coln. Oh well. My aunt Doris told us the Feds carted away his house so there wouldn’t have been any­thing there.

Speak­ing of Doris: thanks for mail­ing me my shirt! It was here in Helena wait­ing for me. It was even warm in it’s pack­age like it had just come out of the dryer.