Before today I got all of my motivation from the fact I was about to see my wife. Now that she's gone I'm still grasping at the memory of our short lived time together, too short. When she first pulled up at the highway tunnel I was hiding under the dogs didn't even know who I was. I would like to think that they are super sad now that I'm gone but I really doubt it.
We had a great time and did all sorts of stuff. Repaired a nail in the tire, went to a really muddy reservoir and let Kahlua roll in cow poop, ate super greasy diner food and finally cooked steaks at the Peat Grill and Bar in Lima. There were also some trail resupply efforts and town chores, heck I even shaved with a razor!
As always all good things must come to an end and that's how our short visit ended. Katie drove First Man and me to the road/trail and we rejoined our path to Canada. She took off on her exhausting drive home. The trail vigorously climbed giant grassy knolls and was pretty scenic. There were 5 other hikers in town that left before us and we caught up with them mid afternoon. First Man must have taken some crack because I saw him hike faster than I've ever seen him hike, he left all of us in the dust. I met up with Picker and we took a side trail and are currently camped together. We heard the others holler at us from a couple hundred yards away so they should be close... Ish...
Time to rock Montana and finish this little trip.
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