Hitched a ride out of Lincoln - the folks that picked me up directed me to the truck bed. Can't really blame the couple — after all, this was Ted Kaczynski's old stomping ground. When I got out at the top of the pass they were really concerned about the size of my backpack. "You sure you got everything you need in there?" They insisted that I take a bottle of water — or at least dump a bottle of water over my head.
These little bastards are the scariest things on the trail. I'll be perambulating around, minding my own business, when all of a sudden one of these little guys flies off making a heart skipping thundering "twapwapapapap" sound. They're very well camouflaged and it gets me every time.
This stick found the hole in my shoe.
No gold. Just rain.
And lots of cows. Surprise surprise.
About 10 miles from the pass I found that I had cell phone reception. I got news from my parents that their Tucson neighbors Bob and Debbie were in Helena and willing to put me up for the 4th. Amazing.
They picked me up at the pass and drove me to their place. On the way down they asked what I wanted to do in town. "Shower, Food, Beer, Laundry."
I was spoiled. Once we got to their place they pointed me to the shower and Bob put a beer in my hand. "Shower beer."
That wasn't the only beer Bob put in my hand that evening. After my shower he loaded up a plate with roast, mashed potatoes, and steamed kale. Kale! We stayed up late that night and shared stories on the patio.
The following morning we went out for breakfast and went sight seeing. The state Capitol seemed an appropriate place to visit on the 4th.
Bob took me back up to the pass the following morning. He told me "last time I drank that much was with your dad." I guess we Crombies know how to party. #proud