Nita sells colorful eggs
Late July, 2012 – Right on the heels of our wonderful Bittersweet Guitars factory tour came the Hamilton, MT, Farmer’s Market. Nita was selling her colorful eggs from her many egg-laying birds: turkey, duck and goose eggs were mixed in among chicken eggs, and her carefully hand-written sign explained that if you got a bad egg she would happily replace it with a good one.
Belle of the Ball
Nita was a fun old gal to chat with, but the real belle of the ball that morning was a little girl not quite two years old. She already had the looks and style of a high fashion model.
Mark and Savannah play with the camera
Mark enjoyed hanging out with the two-year-old set for a while, and little Savannah loved making faces and then looking at her picture in the back of his camera. This market is a family affair and the whole place was filled with kids. What fun.
From Hamilton we made our way to Darby where we found the Pioneer Memorial Library filled with treasures from bygone days. Ned was our tour guide there, and he pointed out an axe cover that his granddad had made from an old cowboy boot and a scale used for weighing buffalo. Most intriguing was the telephone switchboard. Ned’s mom had been a switchboard operator on a unit just like the one on display.
Telephone switchboard
I’d only seen these things in the movies and was surprised at how small it was – room for just one person. There were Missoula phone books from the 1920’s and 30’s on display too. Almost every family listed in the phone book was at an address given vaguely as “ranch N of Darby” or “ranch S of Hamilton.” No street names! The phone book also touted the ease of using the telephone, saying how friends and family were “right beside you.” It explained in detail the sound and purpose of the busy signal.
1930’s era phone book
Reading that and thinking about my project of migrating our website to WordPress, integrating it with “social media,” and wanting it to look good on a smartphone made me laugh. What would the people of those days have thought (as they read their little phone books telling them that the sound of a ringing bell in their ear-piece meant the phone was ringing at the other party’s house) if you had told them what was to come? Of course many of them are with us today, romping around on the internet with joyful abandon.
The Darby, MT, Sherriff has a sense of humor
The Sherriff in Darby is a history buff, and he oversaw the renovation of part of his offices to replicate an old-time Sherriff’s office and jail. Mark and I jumped behind bars for a quick pic.
Darby, MT, is known for Logger Days
Darby is well-known for their Logger Days festival in July, and the preparations were in full-swing. Rows of log towers had gone up for the log climbing competition, and a pool was being filled with water for the log rolling competition. We missed the actual events, but folks in town kept asking us, “Have you seen the library?” This seemed like something we definitely shouldn’t miss, and sure enough, when we stepped inside we were really surprised.
Darby Library
For a town with a population of less than 750, the little library would do a much larger town proud, both for its construction and for what it says about the community. Lots of people retire to the Darby area from scientific careers launched with PhD’s years ago (GlaxoSmithKline and NIH have large research facilities in the area), and grant writing and philanthropic giving are second nature to them. At the same time, one of the challenges facing the local logging industry is the plethora of small-diamater timber that is clogging the woods.
Vaulted ceilings in an unusual structure
Winning a grant from the National Forest Service and its Madison, WI, forest products lab (along with other grants and gifts), Darby built a library that is uniquely engineered and is the first of its kind, showcasing a clever construction technique that takes advantage of under-utilized small-diameter timber. Rather than using single fat logs, the posts and beams in this library are made with groups of four skinny poles, and the visual effect (and physical soundness) is terrific.
Unique use of skinny poles
Groups of tourists from all over the world have come to admire the construction of what the locals affectionately call the “Sistine Chapel of Small-Diameter Round Wood.” What a beautiful, sun-filled space this special library is for a quiet morning of reading or computer work.
Long-distance cyclist Mary McDaniel
The Bitterroot Valley is also a popular thoroughfare for cyclists on long-distance adventures. We saw dozens of cyclists loaded down with panniers. Mary and Kurt McDaniel had spent the last 7 weeks riding from Oklahoma, and they were on their way to San Francisco by way of Canada’s Jasper National Park. These cycling travelers often group and re-group with each other on the road, and a young fellow from Korea had joined the for a leg of his travels that were taking him from Atlanta to California.
The cyclists urged us to drive the nearby wildflower-filled meadows of Gibbons Pass. Out on this pretty road we saw a brown sign saying, “Hogan Cabin,” so we took the turn, expecting to find a historic cabin. Nope! An elderly couple emerged from the cabin as we pulled up and said to us, “We sure didn’t expect any visitors!” Huh? Wasn’t this public property owned by the NFS or another government agency? “Oh sure, but we rented it for the night. $35! Shhh – it’s the best kept camping secret around!”
Hogan Cabin, Gibbons Pass
Wow. We had no idea that the NFS rented out cabins! This was an old ranger’s cabin and inside was a wonderful pot-bellied stove and bunk beds. We sat outside with our newfound friends and enjoyed the late afternoon sun. It was as if they’d invited us to stop by and visit them at their own personal mountain retreat.
From the south end of the Bitterroot Valley we headed on towards Big Hole, Montana, where we found life-giving hot springs and gorgeous camping.
The Teton Scenic Byway in Idaho is on the western side and the road is much further distant from the mountains, running right through the rich valley farmlands. The views were lovely, but unfortunately the sky and lighting didn’t cooperate with us on that particular day, and the smoke from nearby wildfires made the mountains hazy at best.
Early July, 2012 – After spending the 4th of July beachside at 
We pulled into Afton, Wyoming, and had to stop. It’s not always easy to find a place to park a big long rig, but this town made it very clear exactly where the public parking was: a wooden cowgirl stood high up on a lamppost with a gun pointing the way. 
Of course, we found it easier just to park along the side of the road than to try to squeeze into a lot!
The constant stomping and peeing of those cows made quite a racket, but it was the driver’s awesome handlebar mustache and hook where his hand had once been that got us grinning.
We stopped in one pullout to get some photos but kept on rolling, vowing to come back some day to check out the lakeside camping options.
Early July, 2012 – After exploring the pretty 
Scenic Byway.
