Alive in: Missoula, Montana

I reached Missoula at about 5pm. My only association for Missoula is a line of dialog from Twin Peaks, delivered in a pinched, angry voice by Leland, as he is about to murder Laura Palmer's identical cousin: "So you're... GOing back to... miSSOULa.. MONTANA!" By that measure, the city does not disappoint.

Missoula appears to be a city determined to commit suicide by sprawl, so it took a half hour to wend through the condo-sproutin' outskirts into downtown, where I checked into the Bel Aire motel (pool and hot tub, baby). I'm hanging around tomorrow to put my bike in for a professional tuneup, so will catch up the blog in detail then.