Driving from Kelispell to Libby yesterday morning brought us through 9 miles of road work much of it really, bumpy gravel.
Elevation rises, more trees and stump farms with scraggly second or third growth. One plot had about 3 scraggly trees and nothing but stumps. This is lumber country obviously and the twigs we see everywhere that pass for trees is disheartening even if it is private land.
Libby is called the City of Eagles. We didn’t see any flying around or nesting spots along the roadway, but there were plenty of them around town.
We had expected to see the Museum and Nordic Heritage Center, but it was closed.
We missed by one day the Nordic Heritage Days annual celebration. This sign was left on the street. We pulled in to stay at the VFW in town and just walked the downtown area and took pictures.
I judge the health of a small town by its art or lack of it, good beer, buildings that are well cared for and if you see a nice child care center, a drug treatment center, senior center, plenty of doctors offices, a hospital and good looking schools you know you are in a progressive community. Libby qualifies. The main street was only about four blocks long and two blocks deep, but it was full of murals and they are expensive.
Even their garbage cans were painted. This one mentions their Annual River Front Blues Festival.
They still have a working theater in town. Nice.
The Libby Cafe claims to have the best huckleberry flapjacks in Montana. I liked their sign.
This one too.
Libby has an Amtrak Station so you can get where you want to go. Country living, small town, pretty nice place to live.