Yes - how could we not stay in the Islander Inn - I know there wasn't a drive-in and it wasn't at Boca Chica Bay, but really!
We woke up in Whitefish in Grouse Mountain Lodge. I had signed up for a massage so Tom went to do some errands, fill up the car, and check out the Train Museum. Tom says the Museum wasn't much and had some trouble with the camera battery - didn't know we could put it in Backwards? My massage on the other hand was wonderful. The masseuse was great - a bass player, with hands of steel. I think she was trying to get me to say "Uncle" and she almost had me a couple of times. She wasn't playing until the weekend and we'll be at the Red Ants Pants Festival by then. We went down to Old Town Whitefish to Casey's on the rooftop. The waitresses were great, and the food was good, too. Had 2 glasses of Pinot and
enjoyed ourselves immensely except for some a**hole woman on her phone on speaker. Tom and the others showed an amazing amount of restraint not throwing her 3 stories to the sidewalk. We left town and headed to Bigfork. Flathead really is a beautiful lake! Drove around and and checked out some of the homes overlooking the lake. The old ones right on the lake remind me of the older houses around Deep Creek Lake. But if you go up into the hills looking down on the lake, there are really beautiful, hugmuguse lodges - bigger than the huge ones at the beach. Checked into the Islander Inn in Wooden Bay? In the Maui Room. Tom was skeptical at first - this was the first day I was responsible for reservations. We walked over to the Raven - world renown for margarita Mondays and full moon parties. The view was great, but the drinks watered down and the food not so good - first time I had calamari that we're strips - not a food I want to ever try again. The crowd was starting to roll in, and we went into Big Fork for dinner. Found a pizza place down a back street and had dinner there. Good choice. Beer and pizza was due.
We then drove back to the Inn and they had really started to roil in to the Raven. We had trouble finding parking, and some young cowboy (whose truck was still there in the morning) told us that this was going to be the biggest party of the year - he had driven in from Bozeman (or somewhere a far piece). After that piece of info and a look at the number of cars, we decided to bypass the Raven and call it a night. Besides, we knew we had to do some revision in the travel plans, since we had decided that we had to spend Wednesday in Billings to do the car/RV switch.