Day 70, heading back to Wyoming

The roads leaving Bozeman forced me to hop on Interstate 90 for a bit. I knew about this and planned accordingly.

I could hop off one of the exits and take a frontage road all the way to Livingston. Well, I took an off ramp too early. I didn't know this at the time, but several miles down the road, I realized I wasn't on the road I expected to be riding.

Briefly doubling back to check on a cross street, I encountered another case of this street doesn't exist. Oh well - the route will still take me in the direction I want to go, I'll just miss Livingston.

The road degraded from pavement to well packed dirt.

This continued for quite some time, maybe 20 miles, before finally descending into the Paradise Valley.

Looks like nearly the same picture as before, but so much closer to the Absaroka Range.

Towards evening, I heard some music and spotted a lot of cars at the Follow Yer' Nose BBQ in Emigrant Montana. A live band was playing on their patio, packed with people eating and enjoying the music.

A perfect way to spend my evening. I talked to the bassist a bit during an intermission, who spotted the bike and was intrigued about the journey.

Unfortunately, I couldn't stay long - with sundown in less than an hour I had to find a place to camp.

I rode a couple miles down the highway, found a National Forest road and pedaled up the gravel for a mile or so.

The sun setting against the mountains.

Right next to the creek was a flat grassy area, surrounded by trees. I setup my tent there and hit the hay.

Joe