On Monday, August 13 we ventured forth and drove from Spokane to Butte, with a quick stop in Missoula to visit an old family friend. Elsie is amazing. I have so many memories at her house from when we lived in Missoula and Whitefish, it all came flooding back when we drove up to her house. Even though she's 95 years young, she still takes care of her garden, cooks, attends to the needs of her house, and welcomes so many people into her home with open arms. It had been 10 years since I had last seen her, it was great to catch up, even though it was a quick trip.
We had reservations in Bozeman for the night, but once we hit Anaconda (which is where we lived when I was born!) we decided it would be crazy to drive another hundred miles and we would all be going crazy by the time we got there. The littlest of our guys was already stir crazy in his carseat and there was nothing that was going to calm him for another hour and half driving. So we decided to stay in Butte instead.
Butte. Oh Butte. What a great place to be able to say you're from. I was born in Butte. It was very clear as we stayed two nights there, one night travelling in each direction, that I am a city girl and truly do not fit in in Butte. Why you ask? There are so many reasons, but that is just not my place to live. We'll leave it with that. We did have a great time visiting though!
Although it was already four o'clock when we pulled in, we decided to venture to the Berkeley Pit - the old mining pit in Butte that has since closed its doors - they are mining not too far away in another spot in Butte instead.
A trolley from yesteryear, outside the Berkeley Pit.
Trying to see if you could see in from outside.
Heading in the tunnel!
The 533 foot tunnel into the pit
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