We’re at a campground 2 miles west of Troy, Montana.
Troy is a town of about 1,000 people, has the lowest elevation of any town in Montana, and is just 12 miles from the Idaho border Our campground is on the Kootenai River which both starts and ends in Canada. Crazy. Where the river flows in Canada it’s called the Kootenay River; when it’s in the US, its name is the Kootenai. Like many things in the western US, the river is named for a Native American tribe.
Today was a laid-back cleaning day. We cleaned the rig inside and out (except for the top front which is hard to reach. I’m hoping we can get to that soon because it’s very buggy). We did the laundry and Jim cleaned out the car. Nothing against Cooper, but the Honda had big-time eau de canine going on.
And we explored Troy. There's lots of hiking nearby but we're going to miss it this time.
|A private road from the campground takes you to the Kootenai River. I was walking it by myself and wondering if I should have brought my bear spray when I heard a noise. Luckily it was a white tail deer.|
|The Kootenai River and Troy, Montana, as seen from old US 2. Jim's grandmother and two uncles lived in Troy according to the 1940 census.|