The short ride to Missoula was one of the prettiest stretches I'd seen since Yellowstone, though some of the fire-ravaged mountain scenes were eerily similar to that park. The ride consisted of a very slight downhill that followed the Clark Fork River.
I got into town without any trouble, then hung out at Adventure Cycling's headquarters, where I ran into Bruce and Sue, their friend Dale, and Matt and Travis, the riders from Ohio. I bought a few maps and hung out in front of the building until the Dutch arrived (another rider had seen them the day before, so I knew they would reach town today).
We caught up on all that had happened since we'd last seen each other, then went to a supermarket to but supplies for dinner. Here's a shot of me having a small drink:
From there we hit the KOA, where we checked in, showered, and then enjoyed an impressive dinner of chicken enchiladas -- they can cook. We chatted until sunset, which proved fittingly beautiful, then wandered off for a night's sleep.