July 13
Mileage: zero

Our luck hitchhiking back to Leadore is the opposite of our luck hitching to Missoula. Basically we spend all day standing on the shoulder of the road in the sun/heat/rain/cold in beautiful/depressing Hamilton/Darby/random rest area/Salmon eating gas station curly fries/chicken wings/leftover chips and get rides from liberal/conservative/intoxicated/friendly folks and finally we are dropped off in Leadore, exhausted, and I play one game of Magic in the bar with Spark before I crash so hard. We cowboy camp behind the library- this town feels as though it’s empty.

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