No disrespect for Wichita, Kansas, but there are better places to be at the end of July. Surely the best of them would be here on the west shore of Flathead Lake, watching the placid water under a dome of pale blue sky, the mountains a somewhat darker blue in the distance. The morning air is as smooth as a silken pillow, cool as the underside of it.
This is why those lucky enough to own a piece of the Flathead shore are mostly millionaires now. When I was a kid, we’d come to the lake all the time in summer, splashing around a place we called Sandy Beach in Somers. It’s where I taught myself to swim. Now Sandy Beach is someone’s private paradise and my rare visits to the lake depend on the hospitality of friends. That’s fine. If you lived here, you’d probably take it for granted. Or you might begin suspect ulterior motives when friends and family started dropping by in the summer months.
Some things it’s better not to own: this view, these friends, this fine morning. That’s my story, anyway, and I’m sticking to it.
And we have a winner
Mystery photo number four
When the sun goes down
Mystery photo number five
Mystery photo number eleven
Did you drop your camera into the lake?
Ha. I took many fine pictures today, but then realized I didn’t bring my card reader (my big cameras use compact flash cards, and my laptop doesn’t have a compact-flash slot.)
So pop over to the grand Wal-Mart in Polson and buy a cheap card reader. Speaking of Polson, I wonder who’s staying in Lee Lodge these days.
Sarah P.
Hi Sarah:
The thought of buying yet another card reader occurred to me, but I haven’t yet acted on it.
Going through Polson, I stole a peek down toward Lee Lodge but couldn’t tell what it’s being used for these days. Given the price of Lee stock, that Flathead real estate is probably worth more than the Missoulian — certainly too much to waste on the chain’s sullen employees.
Ouch …