It had been such a warm evening that it was still hot when we went to bed so we left all the windows open. It was freezing when we woke the next morning. We were parked under some trees which stopped the sun getting through to our van.

It was another beautiful day of driving through gorges, alongside the Salmon river. I don’t know why but I have a sudden urge to go fishing.

The hills surrounding us on either side reminded me of the king country but on steroids. They were massive.

We stopped in the quaint little town of Salmon. There were some outdoor stores here and I really wanted to go fishing. But Mike wasn’t keen.

We picked up a few supplies, and continued on over a big mountain up to about 7000 feet. At the top was a sign.

Welcome to Montana! As usual I was too slow to take a photo.

We found a nice little camping spot in the national forest which had power. It was freezing so we got our fan heater out, and then it snowed!

After the snow, we tried to go for a walk, but a vicious wind was blowing straight off the snow capped mountains. We both had fleeces and puffer jackets on but the cold wind managed to send its icy fingers into any gap it could find. Imagine being nice and warm and someone chucking ice cubes down your top. it was like that but all over your face and hands too. And it whipped straight through my long trousers. Mike’s bare legs didn’t stand a chance.

We scurried back to the van and turned the heater on.

Mike cooked up a chicken stew for dinner.

There was a bear in the campground last night. He knocked over a large bin!