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.