Alive in: Darby, Montana

I took a rest day in Missoula yesterday, while I had my bike tuned up at the Open Road bike shop. I also visited the offices of Adventure Cycling, the org that publishes the maps I'm following. They promise free ice cream to touring cyclists, so I stopped by to demand mine.

The winds were in my favor today, for which I prostrate myself to all weather gods. My speed was doubled and my rest time halved. My day was half the length of recent days.

I slept in and had only planned to go 45 miles to Hamilton, but found it to be a horrendous asphalt jungle, so continued on to Darby, which is another of those quaint little old west restoration towns that knows which side its bread is buttered on.

In the end, I made my 60 miles, and still got in early enough that I didn't know what to do with myself.