Going through Montana today reminded me of the train trip Mom and I took from Portland to Wisconsin several years ago. We were in a sleeper car, and a woman in the next room to us came to our door as we were crossing Montana and said, “Are we ever going to get out of Montana?” It seems to go on and on forever!
This morning when I was looking for a place to reserve a spot for tonight in Hardin, I read a review on this place that said it was nice and “much” cheaper than the KOA down the road. Based on that review alone, I made a reservation to stay here. Bad mistake! We’re here now, but I got to comparing the prices at KOA and they were only a couple of dollars more and probably much nicer than this place. When I walked into the office, it smelled like an outhouse. There was a little gift store in front of the desk, but behind the desk was total chaos. Piles of stuff everywhere and thick cobwebs. We are parked right next to a building and our site isn’t level. We are listing a little toward the driver’s side.
Oops! I forgot to press the publish button last night because Mark and I started making reservations for the rest of our trip. I forgot to mention that the temperature was in the upper 70s.