Miles 2658-2962: Drive to Whitefish
Breakfast yesterday morning was more burritos. After I quickly packed up, I practiced the flute, because I wouldn’t be able to for the five days we’re in Whitefish (hotel, not apartment). The Duck Inn was awesome: small, family-friendly, and it had a great atmosphere. One of the owners, Tyler, is one of my mom’s best friend’s little brother. We went out to dinner with him at a place called Latitude 48. It was delicious: I got linguine with elk meatballs, and we got calamari, pork buns, brussel sprouts, and Korean cauliflower for the table. We went to an ice cream place down the street, Sweet Peaks. I tried the huckleberry ice cream and it was good. I’d been seeing huckleberry everything throughout Wyoming and Montana. Apparently they grow wild everywhere out here. I got a huckleberry milkshake, but it was pretty bland, mostly just sweet. It was a little over-sweet. It was still good though. Back at the inn, we showered and got in bed. I started reading a book that I got in Bozeman, Boys in a Boat, recommended to me by Elizabeth.
“It’s a small world after all.”