Almost 300 miles into the day, I was getting shooting pains in my throttle hand. I'm not used to this long slab thing. Reaching Lolo Pass and the Idaho border took my mind off the pain.
It was getting dark (and we lost an hour with the time change) and cold so, we beat feet into Missoula for some cold drinks and a warm bed.
Our Kabin at the Missoula KOA.
This is how we do it in Montana...
Lemme tell ya...2 cans of Sparks+Empty stomach=DRUNK
Stay tuned for Day 3!