Day 9 - Bob goes to the hospital

First of all,  Bob is fine.  He hurt his knee a couple of weeks ago and it was still bothering him enough that he wanted to go get it checked  out. We rode 70 miles over the Rockies to get to the park clinic who scared the snot out of him by telling him he needed to go straight to the hospital.  In his stupor he insisted on using his new GPS to get us to the hospital so he leads us directly to a trailer park full of gravel and a big dead end. He's got it now, he says,  and Bob turns us around,  drives us over someone's gravel front yard and then takes us down a "road" which leads us to the green of the 12th hole of the local golf course.  I start cracking up to which Bob and the foursome trying to putt growl and apparently do not appreciate the humor of the moment.  We finally get to the hospital and in one of the most efficient,  friendly and accurate manners I have ever seen,  Bob is in and out of the hospital in less than an hour with a clean bill of health.  My hats off to Dr.  Mcgill (from Emory), and the entire staff at the North Valley Hospital in Whitefish MT.
We spent the rest of the day just riding through the park.  The water is so blue and  the views in every direction are breathtaking.  We rode up the Going to The Sun Road again and I noticed the stone arches under the road.  They are all original construction from 1932. Amazing they are still holding up so well.
After dinner we walked out of the restaurant just as the sun was setting behind the mountains.  Such a cool sight to see at 10 pm at night.
Bob is good to go and we are in one of the most beautiful place especially on. Earth.  Life is good.