Today I complete my pilgrimage to Missoula.
While slowly tearing down camp, a couple in a pickup truck even drove by and asked if it was okay for them to chainsaw firewood a ways down the road.
I am not sure if they were asking permission, or if it would bother me.
I shrugged and said go for it.
This part of Montana has a dedicated bike path that leads all the way to Missoula. Thankfully, too, because the road got more and more busy. Not having to pay attention to traffic, I could focus more on the scenery.
The melting snowpack was apparent everywhere - lots of flooding.
I saw signs for Wildwood Brewery on the side of the road - of course I had to stop. Inside, I met two cyclists enjoying some pints: Bob & David.
Naturally, the conversation topic centered around food and beer. Bob mentioned he had a pizza place in Missoula - I'll definitely have to check that out.
The bike path follows the Bitterroot River with some impressive views entering town.
Once in Missoula, I headed towards the warm showers I had lined up for the evening. The host is Bruce, a cyclist that opens up his house to other cyclists:
Just a side view of the massive cyclist house. There is also a tree house.
Inside, I met another couple marooned in Missoula for a few days when the proprietary gearbox on their tandem recumbent bike failed.
Simplicity is key.
Joe