Road Rogue: Hot Springs, MT

So. We're hangin' at the Wagon Wheel Motel and Cafe in Drummond wondering what to do next, since we had five days to kill before we can occupy the house we reserved on Flathead lake (outside of Glacier park).

We had bargained the night clerk/waitress/busgirl down on our room because it supposedly didn't have WiFi. The bargaining was made easier as we kept glancing at the big lighted "Free WiFi" sign under which we were standing. Fist-bumps back at the room for the success.

But in the morning the mood darkened when the day clerk/waitress/busgirl wanted to know why we got a room so cheap. It seemed the owner was curious when she ran the last nights receipts in the morning. The word used, I remember, was "livid". Oops! This should have been one of those crack-of-dawn days. We offered to pay back the difference, but our contrition so shocked the management, that we were allowed to keep the rate, possibly with some awe of how we pulled it off. It certainly wasn't our baby faces . . .

Back to hangin' at the Wagon Wheel Motel & Cafe wondering where to go, what to see and explore next . . .

This is when Paul spots the handbill for the Hot Springs, MT Homesteader's Days and Rodeo. Works for me!

The 60th annual Hot Springs Homesteader's Days turned out to be quite the event. It was small, but as Paul wore the t-shirt he bought during the event, people all over Montana approached us. They were either from there, or often visited there, or family lived there. Amazing for such a small deal!

We stayed at a Bohemian place called the Alameda. There was a book trade shelf, and bicycles to take whenever we didn't walk the town. The street fair was pretty light, but the live music was fun and he people were interesting.Everyone was super friendly and talkative.