Missoula'd!

From the Slocan Valley we made our way to Nelson - with a reputation as being a 'hip' town it has been the only real dissapointment of the whole trip - we did not get it at all (Too many white dreadlocks for my liking). We then used the 'longest free ferry ride in the world' (we heard that a zillion times)

 

to cross the Kootenay Lake, then headed south and into the USA via some extremely friendly US border guards, (after the formalities were completed).

We were only briefly in Idaho, quickly crossing into Montana - perhaps our joint favourite US state.

 

What followed was a long and often hot ride toward Missoula, a town we had flown into some years previously. One of the reasons for this was large scale forest fires raging in Idaho, the northerly winds blowing the smoke in our direction. Perhaps not personally in our direction, but it felt like it sometimes. These smokey conditions would be with us deep into Wyoming. The scale of these fires is difficult to comprehend coming from England, as is the impact of the smoke. I would hate to be near the darn fires.

Once in Missoula we went for a meal and some beers, then later found ourselves at the Missoula Club. We had patronised this bar on our previous visit. The end result was the same. I don't remember closing time, or getting home, but know that Sarah had to rest almost the whole day of the next day - the 10th August. Hence the new phrase, 'I've been Missoula'd.

 

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