It’s day 10 of our trip and I am feeling guilty. I meant to have been writing all along, sharing picture, being witty and entertaining. But by the end of the busy touristy day, I’ve been tired, and I keep saying “I’ll write tomorrow.” What kind of writer am I, anyhow? We’ve been at the Lake Qunnault lodge since Saturday night, and we leave here on Friday.

I am having a marvelous time, and we’ve gotten some real rest, and no feeling like we’ve wasted days. Today we didn’t even leave the Lodge.

I did write some poems. Here they are.

Lolo Pass

The river winds

next to the road—

the road echoes the

river’s curves.

Tall pines stand

row apon row

flashing by

all stillness

all motion

zipping by

all ablur.

The river chuckles

and dances,

the sunlight

striking sparks

from rivulets

and rapids

playful

wild river.

Polouse

Rolling and undulating

like a ripe woman’s curves

spotted with cows

“Cattle” he says

on and on

the hills roll out

like a magic carpet

billowing through the air.

The vast blue morning glory sky

is pasture for

woolen cumulus.

Dancing

Into the woods

to the silent lake

on the night of the round full moon.

We are decked in finery

and cloaks against the chill.

The boats approach

polled quietly across the lake;

we cross and pass

to the Other Place

and soon reach the dancing-grounds

where faeries

all sorts

Lords and Ladies

and Dark Ones

the Seelie and

Unseelie

take our hands and we

whirl beneath the

round pearl moon.

Not bad, I do enjoy writing poetry. I need to Just Do It as Nike recommends. When we get to the next hotel, one with free and faster WiFi, I will post lots of pictures and videos. I just tried, but it won’t upload.

I think my favorite part of the trip so far was the ride through Lolo pass. Twisting, winding road with the deep woods to the left and a beautiful wind river to the right. I think the driving was a bit challenging for Nathan, but the scenery is so magical that it was totally worth it. It winds through the top of Idaho.

More later, My lovelies. I PROMISE. Myself and to you.