My man, Alice and I drove down the Bitterroot valley so that Andy could get a 20 minute lesson on how to ride a horse from our friend Abigail because he will be riding a horse for 28 miles tomorrow. The second photo is him trying to do an emergency dismount. I hope he does not need to use this maneuver as it was not as smooth as Abigail’s demonstration. He will have one sore ass. This I promise. He is going into the Bob Marshall wilderness to float the south fork of the Flathead River for eight days with our friend Chris.
It is the absolute best swimming hole I have ever been to. And that is saying a lot. I will not announce it on this blog, but friends, know that I will take you there soon. I will tell you how perfect it is however: an eight- foot deep pool of crystal clear water that is consistently fed by an icy cool mountain stream, tons of rocks to lay on, sit on and a perfect bank to relax and read; several ledges at varying heights to jump into the perfect pool; the trail to it is off a main trail that hundreds tread on every day but the turn is inconspicuous so it is nearly always vacant; it is a 20 minute drive from my house; even pregnant ladies can handle the not-too-steep descent. It is mouth watering.