One of the joys of traveling state routes instead of the freeways is discovering places like Philipsburg. It's a gem of a town (sapphires are mined in the area). This little town is about the same age as Garnet and older than Coolidge, the two ghost towns we visited. Philipsburg has survived and is trying to thrive as a community with people and businesses.
On the way to and from Patrick's we ate at an “old fashioned” (just never modernized) soda fountain and café in Philipsburg. On our first stop we noticed a huge bison head hung on the wall of the café. When we were there just two days later the head was gone. The waitress said the owner of the head came to take it home with him to Wyoming. She didn’t know how it came to be “parked” on the wall of their restaurant in Montana when it belonged to someone in Wyoming.
In 1997 and again in 2000, Philipsburg was named a finalist
in the contest for Prettiest Painted Places in America
On the third or fourth day of our trip, our granddaughter commented that we'd had ice cream every day. That's what happens when you travel with grandparents who have a sweet tooth. Towards the end of the trip we may have skipped a day.
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