One down, seven to go to St Louis

On the road again. It's cold...first morning I've put on mittens. A 'smoke jumper' (sorry man, I've forgotten your name) pulls over to find out what up. Evidently, he'd seen us walking several days earlier. Anyway, Buddy's intrigued by the gift of mocha flavoured almonds. Not sure he quite appreciated being a recipient of the blessing.
Four miles from where we break camp, we get to Powel Junction. There's a pretty camp here equipped with rustic cabins, a restaurant, and a general store. Inside, I meet a cheerful girl named Kelly who helps provides me with caffeine, and in an awesome gesture of friendliness, donates some simple (but delicious) carbs to the trip.

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Full of energy, Buddy and I conqueror the Lolo pass (elv 5233) and enter into Montana.

It was the plan to camp seven miles down the mountain at the Lolo Springs, but they say that they're gonna charge an additional 15 dollar pet fee to an already steep camping price--no amenities. I'm all for good private businesses, but at some point you ought to know where to draw the line. Unable to justify the extortion--alright, I know I'm ranting--we go five miles farther and pitch the tent at a pretty place along side the Lolo creek.