It looks different than a lot of dams because there's no curve. It's goes across the river in a straight line.
I thought George's size 15 foot was a big one...here it is in comparison to a grizzly bear paw. I really want to see one, but I'm really scared of them. I think that zoos have very definite advantages over the wild, wild west.
oo-kuh-NOO'-suh. Lots of times that would just sound hokey, but this time it worked.
We drove west along the Yaak River, then south to Yaak Falls. Not as dramatic as, say, Niagara, but a pretty little cascade down a series of rock steps.
There's a big sign warning you that bears live here, showing ways to identify both grizzly and black bears. I'm not really sure if it matters which kind it is if it wants to eat me. There's nothing on the sign that suggests that one prefers female tourists to male, but George and I have this deal that he'll sacrifice himself for me. We disagree on the details occasionally, but I'm pretty sure the bears would prefer the Big Meal Deal.
I took a picture of our friends, Denny and Ellen.
Then Ellen took a picture of George and me. Isn't friendship wonderful???
Once we got back to Libby, Denny wanted to explore a little road we'd been told about the night before at the campground Happy Hour. We took the road next to the boat store, looking for the end of the road. Before we got there, we saw a herd of bighorn sheep, just sort of hanging out by the side of the road.
Then they left...
...and so did we.
More pictures of Libby Dam
and more pictures of the Yaak River Loop