Poulson - Montana

Drove from Essex to Whitefish - a ski town then down the shores of Flathead Lake. We stayed last night at a Best Western motel owned and run by the Salish and Kootenai Indian tribes. It was on the shores of Flathead Lake on the Indian reservation - with the usual stunning Montana scenery. There should be a new superlative coined for Montana. We went for a walk - freezing cold and starting to snow. We walked out on the marina jetty and met an Indian man fishing. He said he lived four hours away but came to Poulson for an emergency - the emergency was that the fish are biting. He caught this lake trout (photo) and nearly fell in trying to land it. He was so rugged up he had to remove two layers of head covering before he could hear us. John was impressed because he was wearing Carharts. John has Carhart jeans - any real man in rural America wears Carharts. On our drive we stopped in a little town called Paradise - so we've actually been to paradise - read into that what you will. There is a railway station so all railway people will be pleased there will be trains in paradise.