During the spring of the year, when
thunderstorms are rumbling overhead, and lightning flashes lighting up
the dark midnight sky, a shadow of a figure looking down, wearing what
looks like a hooded poncho that is blowing, and waving in the wind, can
be seen drifting (floating with no feet) around the RV Park. Before the
RV Park was built, in the late 1960s with anticipation, and the start
of construction on the Libby Dam, this place was called the Riverside
Inn. It was a steak house, gas station, mobile home park, and mobile
motel (house of ill repute). Construction workers and others gathered
here after work to let loose, and do who knows what else. It is said
that vagrants, and squatters called the Riverside Inn home. They camped
in the woods behind the Inn with hopes of landing a job on the Dam. A
few years after the Libby Dam was completed, the Riverside Inn burnt,
and was never rebuilt. Who knows what happened to the ones who never
landed a job? How did they survive with little or no food, and the
harsh winter weather in Montana? Could some poor lost soul, still be
wandering, and waiting with the hopes of landing a job on the Libby
Dam? Did something horrible happen to this person before their time,
and they will not rest until their wrong is righted?
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