Well ol’ buckaroos, we have finally made it to Montana!
We have entered the neat town of Bozeman and are staying at the Gallatin River Lodge. Ask for Keith, the manager---really nice person. Katherine, who is the kitchen manager, used to work in Richmond. I believe her father-in- law had some connection with VCU. The Gallatin River Lodge is a neat place where dogs are welcomed!
Luke shows his style at the Gallatin River Lodge in Montana.
The food here is wonderful---the best blackberry pancakes I have ever seen eaten! Dinner is served on a terrace enclosed on three sides. You look out at the sunset with rainbow trout rising off the river pond and deer grazing in the field in the background. There are few, if any, flies to bother you, and no humidity as well. I don't remember seeing Clarke eating outdoors in Virginia in late August without sweat pouring down his face and into his potato salad
Breakfast is a feast at the Gallatin River Lodge in Montana.
He also enjoyed dinner last night at John Bozeman's Bistro. Check it out next time you are in Bozeman.
Ol’ Jones went fly fishing with a great guide, Ryan Eisfeldt. I think Jones' tally was: Hooked himself once, hooked five trout, brought two rainbows to the net. If you are in the Bozeman area and want to fish its rivers, give Ryan a call. I think you will be really pleased with his style and his love of the rivers of Montana.
Luke at work in the Gallatin River.
On Jones' fishing trip he went past Cherry Creek, which runs into the Gallatin.Cherry Creek, they say, is on Ted Turner's property. Didn't see Ted.
