Phil’s Country Kitchen is one of those tiny tiny places that you would never go in unless it was recommended. Phil does the cooking and Mrs. Phil is the waitress.
The counter is filled with old men in suspenders and cowboy hats and everybody knows one another. We had a breakfast that would have dropped a trucker to his knees! She said “toast or biscuits?” I choose biscuit. ?They came on a dinner plate, home made and covered with country gravy! When we left I said “Compliments to the chef”! And the waitress yelled “Phil Lucas get out here”! I repeated it to him, to the accompanying catcalls of the fellows at the bar. “Oh man, now there won’t be any living with him”! (But he was beaming from ear to ear!)
Today we toured the countryside. I told Rick to find me some “ugly” so I could rest my eyes and didn”t he go and find some the prettiest scenery we’ve been through on the whole trip! We drove the length of Bear Lake. It’s an absolute aqua marine color, from suspended limestone in the water. It’s 20 miles long and it glows like a jewel in the sunlight. Everywhere are the old log cabins from the 1800’s sitting alongside a more modern ranch house. This whole area is part of the Oregon Trail.
There was a Mountain Man Rendezvous being held in the same place Jim Bridger held his in 1823 at Bear Lake.
We met Mr. Howling Wolf. He’s a trader and lives in a Wigwam all the time. (We’ve met a lot of full-time RV’ers but this is our first time full time wigwamer ! ) His only companion his half wolf…Blue.
The mountain men of today are just a tad different from those of yesteryear. This one has a web site and asked if we would mind sending him a copy of the pictures I took via, E-mail!
It’s a steep climb up Logan Pass but well worth the effort. Fall has come to the mountains here. We drove through showers of red and golden leaves. The Logan River danced along side of us…sparkling in the sun.
There were beautiful cumulus clouds all day, but when we came back down out of the pass, they turned dark with flashes of lightning streaking down over the lake. And suddenly rain and hail began to dimple the lake and pound on the roof of the car. It never fails to amaze me how quickly the weather changes here. It’s evening now and there isn’t a cloud in the sky.
