Bozeman to Couer d’Alene to Seattle
After our long, winding journey through Yellowstone we still had a couple more hours to stop two: Bozeman, MT. Our lodging that night was the Silver Forest Inn, a bed and breakfast about 15 miles north of Bozeman. The drive in was pitch black, but the morning revealed an amazing view of rolling hills leading up to Bridger Canyon, a small but advanced ski resort. The inn itself was an awesome and unique building, with a large deck in the back, a hot tub, and a tower! I would definitely like to visit Bozemen again in the winter to ski and explore town.
The drive from Bozemen to Coeur d’Alene, ID was uneventful. There was a lot of dry farmland without a mountain backdrop to keep things interesting. I think if the weather had been better and we had the time to explore the natural beauty around Coeur d’Alene we would have liked it better, but the town itself was underwhelming. One main strip of shops/restaurants without much charm and mostly deserted. Even though this is technically the off-season, Jackson and Bozemen both had a healthy amount of visitors, so it was weird that Coeur d’Alene was so empty comparatively. We were the only guests in an inn that was a converted school house where silk flowers, tulle canopies and porcelain dolls go to live out their final days (so, a little creepy). The family that ran it was very nice and did everything to make our stay comfortable, but the atmosphere didn’t fit our personalities.
For our last day on the road we set out into Washington, and took a quick detour to go apple picking. It felt like a very “Washington” thing to do as 2 new(ish) residents of the state. We were a little late in the season, but still were able to pick a giant bag full. A week later we are still working our way through them (apple crisp is in the oven as a type this).
While it was not ideal, the final leg of the trip was very fitting. After we got through very flat western Washington we started through the Cascades and drove through pouring rain. The rain cleared as we entered the city limits, where we were greeted warmly by rush hour traffic.