The start of a long stretch of highway

Last night an owl perched right above our tent and called out so frequently that it came as quite an unpleasant shock when the 'hoo, hoo hoo' was replaced with numerous 'cawhs' from a group of crows that came to drive the owl away. By seven o'clock I can't stand the irritating noise any longer so I get up and head for the toilet. Buddy's content to stay bundled up in the tent so I leave him for a while. The morning air is frightfully cold, and my fingers turn numb half way to toilet.

Camp's packed up by nine and the two sojourners head east again with just one stop to make: Walmart. Another 16 lbs of Kibbles & bits ought to keep Bud happy till Great Falls.

We get to highway 200 and head into a narrow canyon that cradles the Blackfoot River. Rough crags and misshapen granite appendages protrude upward from the hillsides. If we're lucky perhaps we'll see some BH sheep. A couple of ladies point us in the direction of good spot to set up for the night. Buddy likes the area cause there's lots of tall grass for him to run through. A few rafts pass by, the passengers wave and I respond in turn.

The sun's disappeared now. I've got a cup of Jo bubbling on the burner, and Bud's head is resting on my lap, no scratch that, he's changed position.