This is the headwaters of the Missouri, where I went to jump into the river the first night in the Three Forks area. Ahhhh, the fresh water! The current is strong! Lots of fly fishing in the area.
Oh the hilarity! I went all this way, just to camp out in the place that I love. I set up my tent in the first campground - Camp Three Forks, and it's along highway 287 - truck noise all night. I had to move into my car. But thank God for my car! My car provided just the right muting of the noise and I slept. The next night (I only had two nights there,) I was in the campground shown. There, the wind blew too hard and my tent was too fragile to handle it. First, it flapped the fly too hard. If I took the fly off I knew it would blow up the tent like a balloon and threaten to blow it away.
I had to take it up during the night and get into my car. I had put an army cot inside it, and when I got out of the tent, the wind blew that tent with the cot in it like a tumbleweed. It rolled over and over, in the night. Fun! But once again, my car provided the perfect protection against the wind, and I slept.
The objective with a tent is to sleep outside, under the stars in the beauty of nature, listening to nature's sounds. I still have that objective to fulfill! But I don't regret going all the way to Three Forks. It was a great trip.
After the trip, I am swimming again, now in the reality of God's goodness. Nature screams out God's goodness. Summer, and Montana's wonderful paradise of good weather, and the wonderful way that Americans are kind and it is safe along the road - all spell out God's goodness.
There were evidences of God's hand on my life throughout my trip. He was good to me. Everything worked out. My car being there when the tent didn't work out was one. When I craved Dairy Queen there was a Dairy Queen. When I was craving Cracker Barrel there was a Cracker Barrel. I was hoping to stay in a KOA camping cabin and that worked out in Miles City, at a discount. Once when I forgot to fill up with gas, I came to the next major city just in time. My car got a whopping 38 to 39 miles per gallon. Thank God for Toyota!
Here's the story of running out of gas. I forgot to refill my car with gas in Bismarck North Dakota, when I was down to very little gas but still had a large number of miles to my destination for the day. I wanted to go to Valley City, which is over 400 miles, but found out there was no hotel room available there. So, I was heading for Jamestown, a bigger town that you come to on I94 on the way. At one point I had seen it say 29 miles to Jamestown. My gas gauge was now telling me I was up to 360 miles. I was nearing the end of my tank. I knew that at the rate I was getting, i should get to Jamestown on what I had left, but I couldn't be absolutely sure. I was nearing Jamestown but there were no signs saying Jamestown. Every exit sign said "no services" for that exit.
The tank was reaching 370, and then finally...380. At last, it hit 380, and then the signal for empty came on, and just at that moment, I arrived in Jamestown. Perfect timing! It was so miraculous! That way I didn't have to sweat over driving on that last gallon of gas. After 380 miles, my car has used up ten gallons, and I know thaat I have one more gallon. But it is scary driving on that last gallon of gas while the car is flashing that it's on empty. So I didn't have to drive with it that way, because I reached my destination.
That's just an example of one of the things that worked out perfectly on my trip.
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