Our First Houseguest

Nadia and Her Huckleberry Flapjack

We've been on the road for awhile now and, though there are MANY things we love, one of the things that we don't love about our gypsy lifestyle is not getting to see our friends and family very often. Since I'm a horrible phone and email communicator, it makes it seem that even more time and distance separates us from our loved ones as we cruise on down the road.

Well, imagine our surprise when we call up our good friend Nadia to see if we can crash with her for a couple of nights for a whirlwind trip to Missoula, and she says that she was hoping to come up to Libby and get a taste of motorhome life! Are you kidding me?!

We had such a great time and, though it was MUCH too short, Erik, I and the dogs thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. I can't speak for Nadia as she elected to sleep on the full-size pull-out in the living room which happens to come with her own half-bath and the luxury of falling asleep to the babbling brook outside...and the snoring of three dogs inside but I'd like to think it wasn't too traumatic for her.

It was a couple of sunny, sparkling days of good food, good wine, a paddle on the river, a misguided trail run (sorry about that, Nadia!), beers at the VFW Club (yes, I stayed home and manned the fort on that one), and even a quick paddle on the Kootenai River. Oh, and the event that topped off the stay for Erik? Nadia's suggestion we do a tour of the local diners and see which had the best breakfast. We only made it to two (Henry's and Libby Cafe) before we ran out of steam but what a blast!

Thank you, Nadia, and we'll keep that pull-out warm for you just in case you do decide to make the trek to Ketchikan. We miss you already!