As we pull away from the Holiday Inn Express in Belgrade, I feel I should offer the following information in case any one travels this way and considers staying here. This is the worst Holiday Inn Express we have ever stayed in. The only good thing was that the breakfast was good, which, in fact, does nothing in the way of making ammends for the overpowering stench of cheap perfume that the room was apparently fumigated with prior to our arrival, the tiny bathroom, the hairs all over the shower walls, the lack of warm blankets on the bed to help compensate for extreme heat loss in the cold room (and yes, it was vital to run the air conditioner to help drown out the noise of dying walruses), the four second stall on the tv (any channel), the stench of car exhaust wafting throughout the dining room every time the doors opened, and the odd "eat sleep hunt" sign above the breakfast bacon, but hung below the antler dining room chandelier. However, the thousands of antlers and hunting references are blatantly prevalent throughout Montana, as I think back to the log cabin we passed yesterday whose entire front porch seemed to be made entirely of antlers.....ooooohhh for a picture. Fighting in the back ( which is actually fairly rare) and Cooper just loudly announced that he hates Brooke. I replied that we can hate things such as broccoli, but we cannot hate people.... he then replies, well then he is going to eat Brooke like broccoli. It may be a long day :( James is filling up his coffee and then we are off to Moses Lake. I feel reluctant to leave Montana as I have fallen somewhat in love with the beauty of the landscape here. I can see why so many people love Montana with its' views which come across as art: the low mountainscapes, its' countless pastures with grazing horses, the old bridges, the endlessly scattered log cabin homes, and the randomly placed clusters of trees....extremely beautiful. The kids have noticed as well, as noted with the dual proud declarations that each of them want to be mountain climbers when they grow up. After a brief lunch at a real dive named Durango's (the only restaurant in a tiny town off of the highway - avoid at all costs if possible), we continue on with cups of ice cream in our laps to make peace with our stomachs. Lots of curves in the road, as we travel through the mountains passing into Idaho. Cooper is down for the count and Brooke continues to entertain herself by watching Avatar and then Scooby Doo in French. We just reached an elevation of 3069 feet while passing through the Idaho Panhandle National Forest. All these twisty bends are bringing back the horror of the 45 minute drive (via the scenic route) on twisty roads out to Peggy's Cove in Nova Scotia where all I could think about was "Lord, give me a bucket", but thankfully I believe it will soon be over. Luckily, we are going with my brother and his amazing family to Disney, so he and Jackie can go on each and every ride (hehe) with the kids - James and I share weak stomachs... as I believe does his sister Robyn (bwaaabahahaha)!!!! Having passed both a trucker who can't seem to stay in his lane and a TUMBLEWEED in our lane (we please easily), we proceed through Spokane, Washington, where we see they have a Safeway! The scenery is pretty much non-existent here and I can see James is starting to lose focus on the road, having reached for his iPhone to play with at least half a dozen times in the last hour and a half. Moses Lake is coming up quickly and we can all use a good break. Don't let us down Ramada!!