We got to Whitefish around 7:30 and after wandering a bit through the town, we found a cool basement bar with a great looking tapas menu so decided to have dinner - awesome garlic shrimp, awesome hummus, and then RAW pork meatballs!!! WAY raw. Second effort was a bit better and while we pondered how much raw pork really needs to injest to die, we figured that as it was after 8pm, we should start looking for a hotel. HA!
As for the Stepfordy feel, it never went away. Whitefish felt snooty, fake, and too "perfect". Main Street felt like a movie set. Even the bikers looked like they were "placed" there. ick. not.our.scene.
Apparently Huckleberry Days are a BFD around here!! Call after call and all hotels full for 30 miles...it was starting to look like we would be sleeping in the car as we had been on the road for almost 10 hours and we were getting tired. Finally found a Super 8 that had rooms - we drove there and as Terri walked into register, they were calling to let us know that they really didn't have rooms - apparently their national reservations folks had been overbooking them all evening. Goody! It's now 9:30 - where in the hell are we gonna stay?? That's when the desk clerk gave us the number for the Sunrise something motel in Lakeside (only 30 miles away), and they had one room left!!! Janet, the owner, offered to stay up and keep the light on for us and off we went. 30 minutes later we were in our little, quaint, little motel room.
Here are some pics of the day :-)

Tapas bar - great atmosphere!

We forgot to ask why we weren't supposed to blow our noses with the kleenex ;-)

Didn't know anyone still used 15inch TV's!! Usain Bolt still looked fast, just tiny!

Epitome of quaint right here folks!!
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