I’ve posted all my photos for today, so here is Blu upon James’ return, and Little Man from a text Richelle sent me.
It’s hard to believe I made it from Spokane, WA, to Laurel, MT. It wasn’t really a stop-and-explore day, and loosing an hour got me into the hotel well after eight, pretty fried.
James and I hit I-90 at about 9:30am and kept up the pace to Montana. There was a lot of road work, bringing us down to one lane for large tracks of Idaho. Amazing coming over Lookout Pass, which separates Montana from Idaho, and all Montana’s glory before us.
We had lunch at that little tavern in Alberton, MT. Only burgers on the menu, and a griddle built-in behind the bar. We ordered up, and the bartender flipped the burgers right there. Old Skool. Best burger I’ve had in a long time. She knew how to do them right. The kid was making more patties on the bar as we left.
Hard to part ways with James at the Missoula exit, but so it was.
It was beautiful and clear and bright and I rolled back the throttle and kept it pointed east. I took regular breaks and drank a lot of water. It was long, but not bad.
It felt like too short a trip, even though tomorrow will make a week on the road. Next year we think we’ll go east.
Tomorrow is another 540 miles of windy Wyoming and then I will be home.
Onwards! 