Lakeside, Montana

Finding campsites on the weekend after the 4th of July was even more difficult than finding campsites during the 4th of July.  All the campgrounds around Missoula were full as well.  I was hoping to find a campground halfway between Butte and Glacier but we ended up traveling all the way to Lakeside, Montana, which was only about an hour from West Glacier. 

As we traveled north up Hwy 93, the Rocky Mountains were now to our east.

We reached the southern end of Flathead Lake...

 

... and continued traveling north on Hwy 93 on the eastern side of the lake.

 

Flathead Lake is the largest freshwater lake west of the Mississippi River in the lower 48 states and is the bluest, clearest lake we have ever seen.

The campground in Lakeside where I was finally able to get reservations was Edgewater Motel and RV Park.  It was a nice level site with full hookups and a large patio between the sites.  The biggest problem is the campground wi-fi was practically non-existent and we were in barely 2 bar 3G land so the internet was not very good.  And I was hoping to spend this time in another beautiful but "not-a-lot-to-do" place getting caught up on the internet.

We had bought a Wilson Sleek and we figured out a way to put the antenna outside on a small "L" bracket attached to the highest magnet on our Magna-Shade on the front windshield.  This increased our signal to 4 bars which improved our internet quite a bit.  I also found out that by waiting until late in the evening, the speed increased which was helpful for uploading pictures and movies.

Lakeside is very much a boating community and there were a lot of people on the lake; but the lake is so very, very big, it doesn't get crowded like the lakes back home in Nashville on a 4th of July weekend. 

On Saturday, we drove to the Honda dealership and scheduled an appointment to have the 60,000 mile service work done on the Honda for first thing Monday morning.  We also drove around Kalispell, which is a much bigger town, and bought Chuck a new pair of shorts at Herburgers (which is kind of like our Kohls).

When we got back to the camper, Chuck went to the grocery store in Lakeside to buy some vanilla ice cream for a peach cobbler I had made.  I happened to look at the receipt and discovered they charged us $8.33 for vanilla ice cream.  Now, we hardly ever complain about anything.  Chuck even ate an entire steak that tasted like week-old duck liver at Logan's Steakhouse without complaining.  But $8.33 for vanilla ice cream?  We've got to find out about this.

On Sunday, we took the receipt and walked down to the grocery store.  The sticker in the freezer case showed $5.49 (which is still too expensive for vanilla ice cream but better than $8.33).  We took a gallon of this same ice cream we had bought out of the freezer case to the cashier and showed her what had happened.  It also scanned $8.33.  When she checked the freezer case, she noticed that none of the stickers for this brand of ice cream were correct.  Long story short, they refunded the difference of the price on the ice cream and I was happy.

I was so happy that on the walk back home from the grocery store, I used our recent fortune and bought some fried Oreos at a little vendor stand.  Yummy!

They taste like a funnel cake with a melted Oreo inside.  :)