Where do I begin on this one? Two women overboard? Biking in the dark on an almost two-mile long tunnel? A bike crash? Rain? Hot springs?

It was a wet weekend, a very wet weekend or to be more precise, a Sunday and two weekdays, which started after having breakfast with our hubbies for Father’s Day (leave time 10:30 a.m.) before heading out for a rainy drive to Missoula to pick up Susan, who was on her way from two days in Hamilton with her husband. We were glad we decided to forgo hiking Rogers pass for the milder and less wet Kim Williams trail in Missoula.

Missoula was just a bit overcast, so the three-mile hike along the Clark Fork River was pleasant. We all remarked at how fresh and wonderful the breeze felt as we enjoyed the river walk.  We didn’t have time to hike up Mount Sentinel, so we had to save that for another day.

Now that we had Susan, we had 11 of our ladies with one more (June) after we got to Quinn’s Hot springs in Paradise, Montana, where we would sty the night. We arrived at just after 4 p.m., giving us time to check in, get settled, and then head to dinner at the Harwood House. As the person with the reservation, Katie had to sign that we wouldn’t lose any towels (had to check them out and back in with the desk), lose any keys or “play chicken” in the highway, realizing that the speed limit was 70 mph. Fees were $40 for a “lost” or “stolen” towel and $10 for keys.

Katie and June both remembered the look of the old hot springs, bar and Harwood House restaurant, having lived in Western Montana (June in Plains and Katie in Alberton and Superior) in the late 70s and early 80s. It was pretty shabby back then, but everything is quite nice now with new cabins, even across the highway along the river (these cabins are pricier with the river view but also right next to the RR tracks).

Our meal at the Harwood House was quite good, just as Mary N told us it would be. The soups everyone particularly commented on. Then those who wanted to soak, headed for the pools, while others relaxed on the edge and enjoyed a pleasant evening that only produced a few sprinkles before an early bedtime before our big ride. We knew that the next day would probably bring showers, however, with a 70 percent chance predicted.

The next day, some of us had an 8 a.m. breakfast at the Harwood House (the earliest they open with no place else for miles to have a bite) while others ate in their rooms before we hit the road at 9 a.m. for Lookout Pass and our Hiawatha Bike Trail ride. We gained an hour going into Idaho, which is on Pacific time, so we arrived at 9:30 a.m. to pick up our lunches (our lunches came in a nice Hiawatha Trail souvenir day pack), passes, shuttle tickets, bikes and helmets. I must say it was a bit disorganized: they didn’t have the right number of lunches ready, they left off lettuce on a veggie sandwich instead of a turkey one (had to be remade due to Bonnie’s lettuce allergy), gave us 11 instead of 12 bikes (luckily, we counted before we left) and then didn’t put a headlamp on the last bike (which we didn’t discover until we got to the trailhead). Again, luckily, one of the trail marshals had an extra light as those tunnels are dark.

A funny side note: many of us hadn’t ridden bikes in a while, so we were asking how to change gears, etc. on the bikes. Susan asked so many questions, that the trail marshal finally said, “I think you are a good candidate for walking your bike. At least through the tunnels.” Ha ha! P. S. Susan had no issues with her bike.

It was 10:15 a.m. before we really started as we all rode around a bit getting used to the bikes. (Another side note: they only have a one-stall toilet for both sexes, so it takes a while for a group). Then we faced the first obstacle right off the bat: the looooong tunnel. June led us into the tunnel walking our bikes so that our eyes could get adjusted before we headed out. This was a very good idea as we had heard from Anita about her crashing and two of the Canadians also said they crashed in the tunnel. We made sure to take our sunglasses off and turn on both our headlamps and the bike headlights.

Our first hour and a half was glorious, cloudy but a nice 60-degree temperature. We leisurely pedaled and stopped at each interpretive sign to read about the history. Unfortunately, the trail crew had places large rocks to slow riders before each of the interpretive signs, and Catherine hit one as she attempted to go between two rather narrowly spaced boulders. Luckily, she wasn't hurt. But we told her she would have a souvenir bruise of her trip.

Along the way, we enjoyed the views into the snowy mountains, the tunnels and each trestle to its fullest, marveling at how high each was, how beautiful the firs trees’ new growth was as we gazed down on trees over 100 feet tall from trestles that were over 200 feet high. Amazing. And we had fun with all the tunnels as well.  The trail has 10 tunnels (one—the long one—we went through twice) and seven trestles. At our third trestle, we sat along the edge of raised railroad ties and ate our lunch, which was 11:45 (12:45 our time).
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Then the rain came at the half-way mark just a half mile from lunch. Luckily, it was right at the bathroom, so we took a break and those who didn’t have rain gear on, quickly put it on. Then our pace quickened a bit as the spitting turned to a steady drizzle. In fact, the last two miles, Kuntzie, who was in the lead, started hoofing it. Some struggled to keep up, but the trail was turning muddy, putting a “Hiawatha Stripe” down our back from the mud kicked up by the rear tire. And due to the rush, we made the 1:15 bus; otherwise, we would have had another hour and a half wait in the rain for the next shuttle.

We hardly saw another soul on the trail; probably no one wanted to bike on a rainy Monday (70% chance of rain). At the end, we saw a few more headed up and a few groups passed us trying to make the early shuttle too.

The shuttle left us off before the long tunnel again, so we had to go through it second time. This time it was a bit eerie with a weird atmosphere that gave Linda a sudden headache and made others struggle to see. The rain had made the inside air extremely muggy and foggy, but we all made it out without crashing. Kuntzie, the speed demon, slowed way down too at this point, facing a bit of uphill as well as the mugginess.

It was 3:30 p.m. before we loaded all the bikes up and got back to Lookout Pass to turn the equipment back in, and head to Wallace, Idaho, for some shopping and dinner. We had to skip hiking the Polaski trail due to the weather and the lateness of the hour—there is always next time! We were going to eat at one restaurant that Katie remembered as being good, but the locals said “Not anymore” when asked if it was good, so we took their recommendation of the City Limits Pub and Brewery. Boy, did it have an interesting menu. Two gals had the homemade raviolis (fresh that morning), one with sage brown butter sauce and one with marinara and both said they were amazing. They served a lot of food, for sure.
Then back to plains on a rainy evening to soak or just relax.

The next day, it was breakfast and check out by 9:30 for our raft trip, but not before saying goodbye to Susan and June, who passed on going down the river.  Katie called to double check that the float down the Alberton Gorge was still on due to rain (might have raised the river too high to navigate safely) and due to predicted afternoon thunderstorms. Tiffany said we were still on. However, she didn’t’ tell us the whole story.

We arrived in Missoula at 10:45 and stopped at a coffee shop/sandwich shop to pick up lunch and then walked the one block to the raft company. We all paid and then started to gear up. It wasn’t until we had our gear and had paid that we found out we were not going down the Alberton Gorge after all but instead going down the Blackfoot. Some of us were very disappointed, more in the fact that the raft company had not told us. We should have been able to decide whether we still wanted to go or not since the Gorge wasn’t an option.

However,  we accepted it as the guides had already-- at this point-- hitched up the rafts and were expecting a trip. The drive to the put in was a full 45 minutes and it drizzled a bit at times on the drive, but the day actually looked pretty good, better than predicted. It had taken us almost an hour to put on wetsuits and get ready.

We were in two rafts: Katie, Kathy, Kuntzie, Mary and Susan with two guides and Bonnie, Linda, Jeanne, Gail and Catherine in another with one guide. Bonnie was unable to paddle due to a shoulder injury.  In hindsight, we should have had Bonnie in the raft with two guides to balance the paddling.

Everything went pretty well to get started; we all put on our own gear without much instruction other than to put on our lifejackets tightly.  So we got into the rafts and took off, the first boat waiting for the second to get on the water.

We didn’t get any instruction as to how to hold the paddles, how to work together, what the commands were, etc., which those of us who had gone on guided trips thought a bit odd. However, Katie thought that the Blackfoot was such an easy river that maybe it wasn’t needed. Indeed, the guides briefly covered safety, explaining how to put your feet in front of you if you fall overboard and how to keep yourself upright and push up and over if you happen upon a “strainer,” a jam of logs and debris that can suck a swimmer under and catch her feet. But the guides said, “This won’t happen today.”  Famous last words, that appeased Kuntzie since she doesn’t swim, and she was nervous, very unusual for Kuntzie.

So a mile or two into the ride as we were admiring the herons, the mergansers (including the ducklings), the osprey and the high cliffs and wildflowers, the gals in the lead boat looked back after a small rapid (all were mostly Class I with some low Class IIs), and were shocked to see that it appeared Bonnie had fallen in. Then we saw Bonnie in the boat but another person floating toward us, with feet first, just as instructed. We at first thought it was Linda as we strained to see who was on the boat and then realized it was Gail.  But we saw that Bonnie was soaked. We were confused but surmised that maybe she had gotten wet trying to rescue Gail.

Cathy said, “Gail is a goner,” as we felt a sinking feeling in our gut watching her float along. Katie said, "Shouldn’t we paddle backward to try to get her?" and the guides finally said yes, but the other raft paddled forward and caught up to Gail first. However, the gals struggled to pull her into the raft. In fact, her life jacket pulled almost all of the way off, covering her face. It had not been tight enough.  Now Kuntz said, “There is a headless life jacket,” as we couldn’t see Gail’s head anymore.  Finally, the guide on the second raft was able to pull her in (He told the gals to "move aside" and grabbed her with ease), but we saw her just lying in the bottom of the raft, leading us to believe the cold water had brought on a heart incident since Gail has heart problems.  Later we learned this was not the case. It was just that  the life jacket had wedged itself around her chest and neck and the others had a hard time getting it off to put it back on right.

After what seemed an eternity, the guides and the gals in the second raft signaled that all was okay. It was now that the main guide on the first raft admitted that the guide in the second raft was brand new and that this was his first time leading a boat down this river and that he was supposed to be following the first craft’s line. In fact, our guide was only in his second season and the other guide on our boat was a newbie too.

The rest of the trip was uneventful other than Kuntzie not paddling anymore as she was holding onto the cooler’s tether rope and said she wasn't going to let go.  She also said, “Why wasn’t Gail screaming? I would be!” Many of us said we would be too, but Gail is a pro and a calm head. She was cold but not injured at all and followed instructions to a tee.Her technique was textbook.

Toward the end, Susan “made” the newbie on our boat take the steering oars and be our guide. She was telling him to show us points of interest and tell us river stories, but he didn’t have any being a newbie. So she said he now had a story due to some of our gals going overboard.

When we got to the takeout, we heard the whole story: Raft 2 had gone over a “pourover,” a large rock with just a bit of water rushing over the top but enough to create a steep drop with backwater. It tossed both Bonnie and Gail over; however, the other gals were able to grab Bonnie right away, who was holding onto a tether on the side of the raft.The raft didn't have a rope on it so there was nothing for Gail to grad onto.  Ironically, on bus trip to the put in spot, Jeanne had asked if the guides had ever gotten hung up on a large rock that was partially submerged. They said  they hadn’t.

On the way back in the bus, we were all laughing and joking around and making a bit of fun of the guides, Zach, John and Skyler, who really deserved a bit of teasing. In fact, I think they learned a lot from our group, and we did too. Both Bonnie and Gail were cold, especially Bonnie as she was shaking. Those two had been wet for most of the 17 miles; and at the end, we all started getting a bit chilly due to the wind coming up. And on the bus, it started to pour. We had made a day of it without rain from the sky, just the rain from the rapids.

After changing at the raft company office, we headed back out to Great Falls around 5 p.m. We decided we would eat fast-food in Helena instead of stopping in Missoula before we left. And yes, we had to go through Helena instead of Lincoln as Highway 200 was closed over Rogers pass due to rivers flooding in the area. In fact, all of Augusta was flooded with other areas threatened due to the Sun River, Teton River, Missouri and many creeks overflowing. So it was Arby’s in Helena and then home.

What a wet and wild weekend we had with lots of laughs to boot and everyone safe at the end. Thank goodness.

We had our first hike with Michele on a fun quick trip up Rogers Pass followed by a visit to the HI-Country Beef Jerky factory and gift store and then to the Blackfoot Pathways Sculpture Garden.

The hike to Rogers pass didn't disappoint on wildflowers on the way up, with dark blue larkspur, glacier lilies, paintbrush, bistort, arnica, phacelia and the rare chocolate lily dotting the hillsides, just to name a few. However, the alpine forget-me-nots, douglasia and pasque flowers were well past their prime. And the top of the pass was very windy, forcing us to take a quick look at the view before we headed back into the trees to have a bite of lunch.

On the way down, one of our in-house scientists, Josy, showed us some moss/bryophyte  that turned almost instantly green when she spat some water onto i, bringing it out of dormancy.  Josy also told us that the leaves, flowers and roots of a plant often have different effects on people. For example, the Valerian root can be used as a sedative, but she explained eating the flower or leaves might not have the same effect.

Once we got down, we headed to the Hi-Country Beef Jerky Country Store and factory. We enjoyed looking around at the various Montana gifts: huckleberry everything, 406 t-shirts and sampling pemican and other dried beef products.

Then we toured the sculpture garden after taking a quick trip off the road a quarter mile by Leepers to see Kuntzie's cabin. She is going to sell it as both she and her sister aren't interested in maintaining it. It is right on the creek and has huge ponderosa pines surrounding it, making it very peaceful and beautiful.

Then we said goodbye to our Canadian friends as they were headed over Flesher pass and on to Helena for the night before they eventual destination in Idaho for the Spinderella bikeride. But we had another adventure or two involving animals. First, a cow elk sauntered into the road right in front of us, making Katie brake rather quickly.  Then instead of running away, she stood, looking at us and sniffed the air before wandering back to the same side of the road from which she came. It brought back bad memories for poor Maria who had totaled her new car hitting a deer on another GiG trip. She said an elk would have really totaled the Katie's car.

Then five minutes down the road, Susan spied a young spike bull moose in the marshy area, right off the road. Katie turned around so we could all get a good look. He was magnificent.

Finally, we headed home but not before we stopped at the Mennonite/Amish store/cafe in Vaughn to get a few goodies.

​Who went: Kuntzie, Maria, Anita, Michele, Susan, Josy, Katie

Lightning strikes, the power of thunder and gorgeous clouds reminded us of the fragility of life as we hiked to the top of West Butte in the Sweet Grass Hills.

The day started out 7 a.m. with a quick stop in Shelby and then continuing to Sunburst to pick up our sister gals hiking group of Canadians, the WoW (Women of Wonder). All told, we had seven from the U. S. and 7 from Canada, plus one guy. Then it was on to the parking spot along a gravel road.

Our hike started at 9:30, with the pressure of beating a 3 p.m.-predicted thunderstorm to hustle us along. Katie’s husband Tom was our official leader, the one who had the GPS to keep us off private land and also help get us back down through the tree section, which can be a bit tricky. He was also the one who reminded us to gear up quickly and move up the mountain as quickly as we could, which most of us found easier said than done as the way is up, up, up. And this adventure was off-trial, always an experience of route finding.

On the way up, we occasionally turned around to cool ourselves in the breeze and check to see how far off the clouds were. We also enjoyed the flowers: lupine, golden peas, larkspur, wild onion, crazy weed, silky phacelia, death camas, and miles of thread-leaved phacelia, more than we had ever seen before.

Some of us struggled, all of us felt the steepness and one had to turn around about a third of the way up. The terrain was as follows: Meadow, grassy-tufted hillside, pine forest, talus, forest, talus and athen meadow on top.
Then we had an unexpected storm, one that came in around noon, just as we were cresting the top.  Luckily, we had Beth Thomas who had an app on her phone that tracks storms. She could tell us exactly where the storms were and if they were electrical and how strong.

We quickly got off the top and took shelter among the trees as the lightning storm swirled around us, hugging the butte. It didn’t produce much rain and kept to the side of us, but we did get some pea-sized hail as we ate our lunch, huddled with our colorful ponchos on. When the storm subsided, we went back on top to enjoy the views a bit more before we headed down. We also took a group shot by the cairn and signed the register.

Then we had to scoot as another storm cloud was forming off to the west. We started our steep descent through the talus, then through the trees and then the promised 3 p.m. storm started looming with booms out in the distance, heading our way.

The leaders beat foot to the coulee to get off the mountainside, while the rest of us encouraged everyone to get down as quickly as possible. And the rain was really coming down now.  If caught amid the lightning, we reminded everyone to flatten against the ground and for sure not to hold poles up. Even though the storm was a bit frightening, it was also awe-inspiring: The clouds amazing; the lightning and thunder powerful.

Thankfully, we all made it down safely, one with legs jiggling and one with knees locked up but with everyone smiling. For some, the Sweet Grass Hills were on their bucket lists. For others, they now have two out of three buttes completed, with East Butte, the largest and longest hike yet to do, hopefully, next year.

We said quick goodbyes as it was still raining and headed down the now-gumbo road that gave us a squirrelly ride, the Canadians back home and the U.S. gals to Shelby for dinner at Ringside Ribs, a misnomer as they serve everything from pasta to steaks to pizza to fish and chips. The gals who got the barley soup particularly liked it. And the waitress really impressed us as she memorized our order (for all 8 of us).
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We arrived home around 8.

Who went: U.S. Katie, June, Camille, Kuntz, Brenda, Beth, Sara; Canada: Pat, Linda, Deena, Sharon, LaVerne

An early morning (6:30 a.m.) trip to Pioneer Ridge to see the orchids turned out perfectly: We saw the calypso fairy slipper orchids and then some: chickweed, larkspur, arrowleaf balsamroot, blue-eyed Mary, yellow violet, bluebells, woodland star, Oregon or holly grape, false Solomon seal, nine-leaved biscuitroot, sticky currant, fern-leafed desert parsley, shooting stars, groundsel, arnica,and lots of virgin's bower clematis.
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 The views into the Little Belts were amazing with the green almost hurting our eyes it was so bright. We arrived back home at 11:30; a.m. after our short three-mile walk.

Who went: Christi, June and friend, Carolyn, Kuntzie, Karen, Susan, Denise, Sara, Catherine, Brenda, Katie

So much for 60 percent chance of rain: Not a drop of rain, just a few unsettled skies as we hiked the road into Many Glacier, ending in lunch with a view at the Many Glacier Lodge/Hotel.
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We took off from the District Offices at 6 a.m. and arrived at the trail head right at 9 a.m. The road was closed at Park Boundary, so that is where we started our hike. The snow on the peaks made the walk in eye candy all of the seven miles.
One of the things about walking the road instead of driving or biking is that we stopped at each interpretive sign and hiked down to the Swift Current falls. None of us had done these items before as we are always in a hurry to get to our destination.

Another thing we notices was painted V’s on the side of the road, each with an embossed nail at the tip. We surmised they must mark something such as culverts, wells, piping, electrical or surveying. According to the Department of Transportation website, they are survey markers for aerial mapping*.   We also saw the repeater markers for the park service radios.

All along the trail, we saw moose dropping and wolf and coyote scat, so we kept hoping to see some animals. Boy, did we see animals! We saw a goat, a herd of sheep, a yearling sheep right by the lodge and a yearling moose on our way out.
Our lunch was filled with a bit of trepidation. One of the Xanterra workers drove over to us from the upper lot behind the lodge. He asked if we were hiking and to be careful as he had seen a bear in the upper lot headed down to the lake by us. Needless to say, we put the cans of bear spray in the middle of the picnic table just in case he wandered our way. He did not. And we had Catherine facing one way and Susan the other to keep watch.

After a half hour lunch, we decided to risk it and headed to the upper lot to get the fantastic view over the Many Glacier Valley to view Mount Gould, Grinnell, Swiftcurrent, Wilbur, the Iceberg Notch and the B7 Pillar overlook the lake before the long trek out. This is where we saw the young yearling sheep, lying down by the stairs. Thankfully, we did not see the bear up close and personal, but we would have liked to see him from distance.

Not many flowers were blooming, but we did see early buttercups and alyssum.  

The seven miles back seemed long, especially walking on pavement, so we moved to the shoulder to take some pressure off our feet and hips, but it was still a long seven miles with our back to the beauty and the interest of the interpretive signs gone. On the way in and at the lake, we saw no one else except the Xanterra worker. However, on the way out, we saw a group of three bikers from Browning, towing a baby, a lone hiker from Quebec who didn’t really know where he was going so we told him what to expect, and two other cyclists speeding by.
Katie asked on cyclist about the road going through St Mary to Browning to round out the return trip with views into this lovely area.

We arrived back at the cars just before 3:30 p.m. and headed to Dupuyer to eat at Buffalo Joe’s after a brief stop in Browning to stretch our legs and get a cool drink. We also visited the Cache, where Katie and Kuntzie both contributed to the local economy.

By 8 p.m. we were at the District Offices, tired after a very rewarding day. (only a few sprinkles came down)
*The symbols are ‘targets’ an aerial photograph; there is no meaning to different shapes or configurations of the markings (X, V, T etc).

A survey crew is dispatched to survey the location of these targets and assign coordinates to each.
When the survey is completed, the spatial relationship between each of the targets is known, such as the distance between them and the difference in elevation. This information is provided to an MDOT “photogrammetrist,” an aerial mapper.
The photogrammetrist loads two aerial photos into a machine called a “stereoplotter.” Each pair of photos overlap each other so that each inch of roadway is photographed from two positions to create a 3D view. (Similar to toy stereo viewmasters where two photos are inserted in the viewmaster to make a 3D picture.)

When the photogrammetrist views the targets in the 3D view, he can assign the coordinates given to him by the surveyor.  Once this is complete, the relationship between the ground distances and the distances on the photo are known.
​Who went: Josy, Susan, Mary S, Kuntzie, Catherine, Katie

​The GIG headed out at 8 a.m. to hike a portion of the Trout Creek Canyon Trail, near Vigilante Campground out of York, to see the rare Kelseya uniflora in bloom. We were not disappointed. From the beginning of the trail, we observed many mats of Kelseya growing on the limestone cliffs, some in bloom and some not. About 2.2 miles in we found the ultimate bloom close to the trail (thanks to Katie's perfect directions). 

Along the trail, we stopped at each of the ten stations while Jo Ann read the description of the area from a Forest Service brochure, which discussed erosion, vegetation, limestone formations, birds and other wildlife, flooding, microclimate and caves. 

After a delicious lunch of 1/2 pound burgers at the York Bar, we talked the bartender into taking a group photo outside the bar. A friendly, fun place to eat. For desert, Jo Ann provided dark chocolate with cranberries and almonds. 

On the way home, there were a few sprinkles of rain but it did not last long. Everyone agreed it was a great day in the Montana's great outdoors. 

Who went: Jo Ann, Sara, Anita, Jeanne, Christi K. 

The GiG headed out at 6:30 a.m. to do two hikes: Mount Ascension Loop and then to hike along Trout Creek by the Vigilante Campground out of York to see the rare Kelseya uniflora rose in bloom. This flower only grows in a few places in Montana, Idaho and Wyoming, clinging to certain limestone rocks near water. Read more.

scension was a 4.5 mile hike with two more miles along Trout Creek after a fun lunch at the York Bar. Everyone said the burgers were great. June, Brenda and Susan headed back right after the Mount Ascension climb. Although the day threatened rain, it didn't start until the ride home, so everything turned out well.
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Who went: June, Susan, Brenda, Kuntzie, Gail, Denise, Bonnie, Sue, Catherine, Deb, Roni

You can never go wrong with a snowy backdrop of Sinopah, Rising Wolf, Lone Walker and Painted TeePee mountains surrounding Two Medicine Lake, and that is exactly what we had: a gorgeous view and nice start to the hiking season. We welcomed Josy on her first hike with the GiG.

Four of us completed the 10-mile hike up the Two Medicine Road with a quick stop to see Trick/Running Eagle Falls. For the most part, the road was open, not requiring snowshoes; however, in the morning we faced many sections of black ice that slowed our travel and gave us a few heart attacks, thinking we might fall and break something. Mostly, though, we could step into the snow to avoid the ice.

The snow was quite deep: at times, way over our heads along the side of the road where a plow had come through.

To get into Trick Falls, we put on our Yaktrax. Luckily, the icy compact snow held us, so we didn't posthole at all. And the falls were beautiful, rushing through the subterranean cave portion (the top spring runoff wan't going yet).

We found much different and deeper snow conditions when we arrived at the lake. At this point, we did fall through a few times, sinking to our waists, requiring some quad power to get out. Needless to say, we didn't walk around too much or get too close to the lake, instead opting for lunch on the porch of the camp store, but that wasn't without an effort to get into either. We had a huge berm of snow to step over and then down and then the railing to step over before we reached the picnic tables to enjoy our lunch.

On the hike out, we came across many parties going into or just enjoying the area: split boarders climbing up and boarding down the sides of the road, bikers riding in ad then walking and some other walkers. And the black ice was gone for the most part, thankfully.

We really kept a good pace (easier to do without snowshoes), getting back to the cars one and a half hours earlier than expected, so we decided to skip dinner and head straight home.

We left GF at 6:30 a.m. and arrived home by 5 p.m.
Who went: Susan, Josy, Sue, Katie