Day 6 dawned and we were up early yet again. Are you sensing a theme here? It's pretty much impossible to sleep in while in a tent. We contemplated driving up Mt Spokane, prior to leaving the area, but decided against it as it was going to be a three hour round trip without advancing us towards our next campground, 600 miles away. Not wanting to leave Spokane without at least a bit of nature hiking, we went to the Antoine Peak Conservation area just north of the KOA and hiked for about an hour. I have no pictures to share, as there really wasn't anything outstanding here, but it was nice to get outdoors.
We then hopped back on I90 as stated heading east. I90 runs through Coeur d'Alene, a very scenic area of Idaho and then into the Bitteroots mountains. It runs along a narrow valley for most of the stretch, so you're completely surrounded by mountains. We took a pit stop in Kellogg, ID to get some breakfast. We chose poorly and ended up burning almost 90 minutes due to incredibly slow service at the restaurant.
Getting back on the road, I put the hammer down, as it was now 10am and we had 540 miles to go. This would put our arrival into our campground somewhere around 6 pm, thanks to a time zone change and pit stops along the way. This would allow us time to check out the Little Big Horn battlefield, which was just down the road.
Again, I'm sorry I don't have pictures to share, but we didn't have much opportunity to stop. I will say that the drive across Montana, while long, has no shortage of mountainous scenery to look at.
At about 5:40 pm, a voicemail came through on my phone, that had been left about 5pm, from our planned campground. They stated they were closing up the gates at 5:30 pm that evening, due to it being the Fourth of July. If we didn't make it there by that time, we wouldn't be able to camp there. I immediately called them back, but there was no answer. We continued on in the hopes of there still being someone around when we arrived, but the place was deserted when we got there. This set off a mad scrambled of googling to try to figure out a new campground for the night.
We ended up snagging a spot at the Devils Tower KOA, but it was over 200 miles further east from where we were. Thankfully, most the route was very lightly used highways, so I was able to really put the hammer down and shave some time off on the way.
This route took us through the Northern Cheyenne Indian Reservation, which was an eye opening experience. The extreme poverty was very evident, even from the highway. The only thing not run down was a casino. It was truly appalling evidence of the terrible way the government treated the Native Americans during the westward expansion and how that situation has never been rectified.
As we continued on, we passed through miles of fields that had been heavily colonized by prairie dogs. My better half is very much an animal lover and begged me to slow down so that I didn't run one of the furry critters over. I did slow some, but not much knowing we were quite pressed for time. All was good, until one smart a$$ decided to sit exactly on the center yellow line, perfectly camouflaging him, until I was a few yards away. I cursed and tried to avoid him, but he darted perfectly into the path of our wheels and began a new career as roadkill. Hearing my curse, my girlfriend looked up just in time to witness this all. Much upset ensued and I got a lot of grief for being a prairie dog killer. She did forgive me eventually.
We arrived at the KOA at about 9:15, with just a bit of twilight left in the sky. Setting the tent up using the car headlights was a chore, but I made it work. Unbeknownst to us, the KOA puts on a large fireworks display every Fourth so we were able to enjoy it. The flashes of the fireworks lit up Devils Tower, providing a very unique backdrop for the show. I would definitely recommend catching the show if you happen to be near Devils Tower on the Fourth. It was the perfect end to a very long day of driving.
One amusing occurrence from this long day was we learned that there is apparently a limit on how many times you can use a credit card to pay at the pump during a day. First, here's a bit of backstory to set the stage. On the second day of the trip, we nearly ran out of gas, thanks to the sparsely populated areas and infrequent gas stations. This made us institute a rule that if we saw a gas station and we were at less than a half of a tank, we stopped to fill up. While the girlfriend's Verano is fairly fuel efficient (28-32 mpg), you end up stopping a lot with the above rule when you travel over 800 miles in a day. We were nearly to Devils Tower and stopped for gas. The pump informed me my card was declined, which had me going WTF?, knowing there was thousands of head room on the card. I went inside to ask about it and the clerk could see it has been declined for "too frequent use." Running it from the register allowed it to go through workout issue though.
Day 6 distance traveled: 830 miles