Before the health department intervened because of vermin in 1994, the downtown Palace Bar held regular parimutuel mouse races. Whitefish is a town of survivors and skiers. Winter ends sometime mid-May. Then, for a few months, summer drops in for a visit. The landscape recovers its exuberant green brilliance, bursts with flowers and offers some of the finest scenery on earth.
Rivers rise to kayak paddles, trails to hiking boots and back roads to knobby bike tires.
Tourists flock from around the world, and cash registers ring. Life is warm and sunny again, real estate agents rejoice, and locals in the know gear up for another Montana winter. Census folks in the know, whoever they are, say Montana may reach a million by the year 2000. Your actual drive time may vary if you take your new Corvette or Lamborghini. Agriculture is still number one, followed by tourism.