A wind driven prairie day, we left the Blackfeet in our dust. Seeing the boost to the local economy that the new casino and hotel has brought was heartening because poverty is apparent everywhere. Natives are the main source of employment and the service industry here will surely expand. Looking hopeful.
Route 89, our prairie storm companion, drew us south through the Reservation and into ranch lands. Silhouettes of the giant peaks of Glacier paraded to the west, creating a dramatic backdrop to golden fields of grain, working ranches and fields speckled with cattle. Two prairie chickens startled us with a suicide run. Overcast skies and hazy horizons added an ethereal quality to the picture. Great riding weather and better company.
Running through small towns like Bynum and Choteau, where we made a southerly turn, old delapidated western style buildings held the settlements together with bones of past history that I am sure included saloons, brothels and cowboys.
The prairie gave way to the mountains as we rode 279 across the Flesher Pass at 6138 feet. In Lewis and Clark country now ( it seems like everywhere is Lewis and Clarke country out here - those guys really got around), roadside commemoratives followed their discoveries. Over the pass and back to the prairie, we skirted Helena and shot down 15. Ominous storm clouds were our vanguards as we rode dry to Boulder, our destination for the day.
Yes, today we actually had a destination. This morning Jules discovered an inn and hot springs while mapping our possible ride. Not knowing if we could make the distance, we did not make a reservation. Now, pulling into Historic Boulder Hot Springs, surrounded by dark thunderheads, we again drew the winning card by nabbing the last available room in this gem of a hotel.
Nestled in the heart of Peace Valley, a massive stucco building rises hauntingly from the prairie. Built in 1881, the inn was once a destination for Presidents and wealthy ranchers. Through the century, it went through various additions and owners. Now under careful restoration, it still remains open for guests.
We snagged a room called the Simone Suite, complete with in-room bath. Simone, according to Boulder legend, was a "working gal" who made her living in this space. Supposedly, she still occupies her quarters as a friendly ghost. Captivated by the beautifully decorated apartment and titillating legend, we wrapped ourselves in sumptuous terry robes and sank into total relaxation.
The Story of Simone
Therapeutic hot springs soothed our road weary bones, and sweet mountain air lulled us to sleep. Simone, that wily wench, called to us from across the mountains and the prairie. We fell victim to her siren song and now rest with her tonight.
Heated Walkway
Hot Guy in the Hot Springs
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